#41: I'll Be Ready

~Ryder~At exactly two o’clock, Lila and I, dressed as maintenance workers in the outfits Zane provided, let ourselves into the secure hallway on the top floor. I pull my cap low over my face and push an empty trash can, just in case we are on surveillance. Bud does the same, ensuring her hair is tucked beneath, as she shoves the vacuum over the garish, resort-style carpet of Velvet Haven.The access card clicks, and we move into Kantor’s office. I look around for surveillance equipment and don’t see anything obvious. Still, we have to be cautious.Per the plan we developed as we worked into the gray zip-up maintenance jumpers, I move immediately to the safe beneath the ornate rug of red and gold near the window. It opens up with the combination Zane provided.I push aside a stack of cash and stare at the thick section of DVDs tucked inside. I flip through them quickly. None have any sort of writing or markings, so I have to put them back for now. I can’t afford to take them and h

#42: Identity Of The Monster

~Ryder~Twenty minutes later, Lila and I are safely locked back inside our villa. I try calling Zane twice while checking over the new remote control he managed to swap out for us. Both times, my phone drops straight to a flat voicemail. Cold panic begins to claw at my gut. Aside from my brother, Harry, Zane is the closest friend I have in this world. He can’t be dead. God damn it, he just can’t be.Bud emerges from the bathroom, pulling the elastic band from her dark hair. She looks at me, unadulterated concern shining in those sweet chocolate eyes, and walks directly toward me. Dropping to her knees right in front of my chair, she gently takes my hands in hers.“I know how worried you are.”I just stare blankly at the plastic remote control.“We can talk completely freely,” she murmurs, squeezing my fingers. “I just finished sweeping the rest of the room. It’s clean.”I nod miserably, letting out a heavy breath. “How can I not be losing my mind? I fee

#43: Don’t Leave This Room

~Ryder~The enormity of the realization hits me like a physical blow, forcing me to stumble backward until I sink onto the edge of the mattress. My thoughts spin at a terrifying speed, desperately clawing for any alternative explanation. Maybe there is another logical answer. Maybe the killer stripped the gold chain from my mother’s neck not as a twisted trophy, but simply for its monetary value. Maybe he pawned it. And maybe Adam just happened to stumble into the same shop and buy it.Maybe. But that is too massive a coincidence to ever be real.My mother’s murder was a brutal crime of passion, not a robbery. That necklace wasn’t worth more than a few hundred dollars, yet it was the absolute only item missing from Amanda’s entire apartment. The killer left her original wedding rings untouched, pieces worth thousands more. The investigators – along with my father – monitored the local pawn networks for months, but the pendant never surfaced. Besides, an upscale prick like Adam Ster

All Chapters of His Undercover Submissive: Chapter 41 - Chapter 43

#41: I'll Be Ready

#42: Identity Of The Monster

#43: Don’t Leave This Room