เข้าสู่ระบบGREYI opened my eyes and looked at the marvelous creature lying next to me. Poppy had already been sleeping when I returned. Her meeting with the journalists had lasted much longer than she and Cory had expected. The problem was that our observations had also taken a few hours longer.Even now, she was too drained to wake up as I shifted on the bed and pulled her closer. The sun was slowly rising, which meant that I should drag myself out of bed already. So much for our intimate time together. It looked like that would have to wait until the whole operation was over...I pressed a kiss to her temple, and a soft moan escaped her. My lips curled up into a mischievous grin. I wanted to tease her. My fingers itched to slide beneath the covers, between her thighs. I knew I would find her wet. It was as if she were made for me, designed to respond to my touch.I craved her all the time. She was becoming my life essence. More than a few times, I had caught myself daydreaming about that hot
I was standing in the center of a warehouse Grey had bought for our operation. Cory and I had our equipment set on a few tables. We would surely need it to prove to the reporters that our claims had been true.Leo and eight other soldiers guarded the exits; a few others patrolled outside, constantly examining every alley half a mile around the warehouse. I heard Leo talking on the phone with someone. A moment later, he walked toward Cory and me. “The reporters are coming,” he said. “The first two were already checked by the gates. They should be here in about a minute.”“Thanks.” I blew out a breath and rolled back my shoulders. “So we're about to begin.” I glanced at Cory.“Don't worry.” He patted my shoulder. “If they refuse to work with us, that will only mean that they're morons.”I smiled wryly. “But being a moron might cost them their lives, the lives we'd be responsible for since we invited them here.”A nervous laugh escaped him. “Then we should hope our intuition was right.”
POPPYI couldn't stop my body from shaking as I entered Grey's private jet. Ardian had his own plane, too, but he would have never taken me anywhere outside Chicago. For years, Chicago had kind of become my prison. Now I was going back to the city I'd escaped from.“Relax, Sunshine,” Grey murmured, grabbing my hand as I took a seat next to his. “You will be completely safe there. Leo will make sure of that.”I loosened a breath and nodded. I had met Grey's commander the day before. He resembled a kind giant. I could easily picture people fleeing away from him because of his powerful looks, but he'd turned out to be a true gentleman, a definitely nicer person than Lanzo. Grey had kind of assigned him as my personal bodyguard, which was a good thing, but he had mainly done it because he knew that Lanzo and he would have to soon return to New York, while I would need to stay a little longer…The plane took off, and my heart began to hammer. I couldn't help it. No matter how many times I
“And you just decided to trust her?!” Lanzo threw his hands up and started pacing around my office.I pinched the bridge of my nose. “She knows that it's the only way she can save her son… or end his suffering.”“And yet she chose to believe Valentino before. She told him our secrets,” Lanzo stated dryly. “What makes you think she will suddenly trust us to rescue the boy?”“She told them a few not-that-important pieces of information, and only because she panicked,” I reasoned. “Those fuckers sent her a video of her kid, along with a whole album of pictures of him as he'd been growing up while being tortured for years.”Lanzo worked his jaw, then blew out a breath. “Damn… That must have been a blow.”“She made herself believe she did the right thing back then,” I told him. “She called herself unsuitable to be a mother, and the only way she could live without guilt was knowing that her kid was safe. It turned out they'd tricked her twenty years ago, and now she was too devastated to se
GREYMy stomach had been churning for hours. Today was the day of Abigail's interrogation. So far, we had found three employees who needed further observations, and I hoped that Abigail wouldn't have to join them.The specific kind of truth serum we had been using was efficient, but it left the mind clouded. It was good to verify simple truths, answers yes or no, or choosing one from a few options, but not to get more specific information.For now, we didn't lock anyone up. We wanted them to believe they had passed the test. We wanted them to continue doing what they had been doing, so we could learn how they communicate and then catch them red-handed. It was an annoying process that required time we didn't have, but this was also our only option.A knock on the door sounded, and I knew exactly who it was. “Come in, Poppy,” I called out, leaning back in my seat.Today, I hadn't gone to the company. I had spent the day in the mansion, mentally preparing for what needed to be done. I ha
POPPYI opened my eyes and found Grey sitting on my side of the bed. He was fully dressed, as if he were ready to leave, which made me wonder how long I had slept. “What time is it?” I croaked.“It's almost six thirty.” His lips formed a faint smile. “I didn't mean to wake you up. You should sleep more.”I frowned. “Have you been sleeping at all?”He nodded. “I did.”I glanced at his side of the bed. The sheets were slightly crumpled, but I doubted he had slept long enough. “You were analyzing everything that happened at Tavolo Verde with Lanzo through most of the night, weren't you?”He cleared his throat, then grabbed my hand and kissed the sensitive skin on my wrist. “I had to. Someone leaked the information about you and our security, and I won't allow it to happen again. We have to find out who it was. So the next few days might be quite frantic.”My chest tightened. “I won't be able to see you…”He shifted his grip on my hand, intertwining our fingers. “I don't want to leave you
POPPYGrey had been busy lately. He'd been either coming home late at night or sleeping in his Manhattan office. I'd wanted to know what had happened, but he'd kept telling me not to worry. Yet I had felt the tense atmosphere slowly filling the entire mansion. I had known that Lanzo had been recrui
GREYI had watched the recording Poppy had found eight times already. I had memorized nearly every word and every pause. I had studied the way Foster's pupils widened as the old emotions had come alive once more. I believed him. This wasn't his illness talking. I just knew that those memories were
POPPYGrey had given me the memory card he'd found in Mr. Foster's toilet tank. We all had hoped that it would contain something truly valuable, but so far it had turned out to be a major disappointment. Cory and I had spent more than ten hours working on Mr. Foster's case, and the more we found, th
GREYI had been trying to avoid any interactions with the police throughout most of my life for obvious reasons. Unfortunately, in rare circumstances, calling the police was necessary, and this definitely was such a case.“Are you all right?” I wrapped my arm around Poppy's waist and pulled her tow







