still be better off now than we were at the beginning of the night,” Marcus says slowly, gripping the bottle and taking another drink. “If we’re able to find evidence on that drive that ties Luca to the Viper. What he did tonight was already risky, and I’m sure it’s got people questioning what the fuck is going on. As long as everyone still thinks the game is legit, they won’t question it. But if we can cast doubt on that, it’ll make his actions at the party seem pretty fucking suspect.”
“It’ll make it look like what it was,” Ryland adds. “An attempt to discredit us and silence us, using other people to do his dirty work.”
I glance up from my work on Theo’s arm. “So we need to start trying to sort through and decrypt everything we got immediately.” My brows knit. “Is Zee ready to jump on unlocking the files?”
“Should be.” Marcus passes the bottle to Theo. “I’ll transfer the files to him and let him get to work trying to crack them, and I’ll have him send us what he’s got as soon as he’s got it.”
“Can we trust him with that?”
Marcus shrugs. “As much as we can trust anyone. So, not at all. But Zee’s already on Luca’s shit list, so he’s got no reason to help him, and no reason to think Luca wouldn’t kill him first if he even tried. That, combined with what we’re paying him, makes him as safe a bet as any.”
“How long do you think it will take him?” I ask.
“Depends on how heavily encrypted the files are. If he can do it at all, I’m guessing it won’t be fast.”
“We need to have him scrub security footage along our route here too,” Ryland puts in. “Dom’s car is easy to fucking spot. Have him replace any feeds that caught us so no one can track us down that way.”
I grimace as I press a piece of gauze over the gash on Theo’s arm and secure it with tape. I never imagined it would be this hard to disappear until I tried to do it.
Ironic that my little brother somehow managed to disappear without a trace, while we’re just looking to prolong the amount of time it takes for someone to find us.
Because they will find us.
Gabriel. Michael. Victoria. Even Adrian.
They’re all smart, savvy, and dangerous. Luca has made us the prize in this fucking game, and every single one of them is determined to win.
As I secure the last piece of tape on Theo’s arm, a low groan rises up from the bedroom. I glance down the hall, then press to my feet. “I’ll go deal with Dominic.”
“I’ll come with you.”
Ryland makes a move to follow, but I wave him off. “It’s fine. I can handle him. Do whatever you need to do.”
I know there’s plenty to be done, all of it in a desperate attempt to keep us all alive. The least I can do is deal with the man tied up on the bed while the others take care of security and get in touch with Zee.
Before Ryland can argue, I draw the flash drive out of my dress pocket and hand it over to Marcus.
Then I pick up the first aid kit and head down the hall.
Chapter 11
When I step into the bedroom, I find Dominic trying to sit up.
“Don’t.”
I cross to him and push him back down, and to my surprise, he does what I tell him to. He must still be groggy as fuck.
The lump on his head looks worse now. It’s grown in size and turned an ugly purple color, and it brings back unpleasant memories of my own head wound. The concussion I got when Marcus fell on top of me after Carson shot him.
As I think of Dominic’s role in all of that, my jaw clenches. No matter what Ryland says about me being a good person, I’m not a fucking saint. Part of me wants to walk back into the living room, grab my gun, and come back to put a bullet between Dom’s eyes.
The man in front of me lets out a low, pitiful groan, blinking slowly as he looks around the room and then down at himself.
“What happened to my shirt?”
I glance at his unbuttoned dress shirt, stained red with blood. “We had to make sure you weren’t bugged. That you didn’t have a tracker on you.”
He glances over at me, a confused look on his face, and