Chapter 78: Untitled Chapter

JAX

“Come on,” Dane said to Ruin, nodding his head to the side when he noticed how focused Gianna was with the papers. He immediately understood what Dane meant and followed him back. I was right on their heels.

“What are you not telling us?” Dane started without wasting time.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on boss, you aren’t telling us everything. You forget I…we know you. There’s more isn’t it,” I said, staring him dead in the eyes so he can skip the bullshit. Ruin shrug.

“There is, but I can’t divulge it J. Company policy especially without confirming anything.” I shake my head.

“I know the rules. But this is different, Gianna is a victim. She has every fucking right to know,” Dane said, for once I was in agreement with him. Gianna needs to know the truth.

“I’m going on a wild guess and say you already have a couple suspects in mind, right?” He added arching that dark brow. I glanced at Ruin and saw that Dane had guessed right. It was also what I had suspected.

“You know there’s something that has been eating away at me for days now. No matter how long I think about it, it just didn’t make sense to me,” I said.

“What?”

“You called me.”

“What? When?”

“When we were back at the cabin, you called to ask how Gianna was doing.”

“So what, it was just a normal inquiry,” he said nonchalantly.

“No, it wasn’t and you know it. You’ve never called us when we were away with clients before,” Dane pushed.

“You need to tell us and her the fucking truth boss man. We owe it to her.”

Damon had a stubborn look in his eyes. I don’t know what changed his mind, but he finally sighs.

“Alright, I’ll tell you everything but not why I called you. I promise someone that I won’t tell anyone, including Gianna herself.” I know he meant it, he won’t tell us since he’d made up his mind that he won’t.

We’ll have to find out the truth by ourselves, I glance at Dane who nodded back. He knows the drill.

“We won’t ask, for now. But you know we’re going to find out right?” I said. He grinned.

“I know.”

“So what did you find?”

“Well, you know me. My security system is not just hard to crack but impossible to do without an internal influence….”

“Fuck, you’re saying…” Dane interjected.

“Yeah. Someone helped hack into our database from the inside. I don’t know who yet. But I will get them soon, I’m suspecting they aren’t only after miss Brooke info but of all our elite clients. You all know there are names and information about certain clients that should never come to light right?” he gritted. Frustration was clear on his face.

“I don’t think our suspect is a single person, but rather a whole group of people looking to make some hard cash by blackmailing our clients and you know what that means.” I nodded.

“Fuck! This is huge, do you think it’s one of us?” Jax asked, his face lined with dread.

“I doubt it's the other guys, but I can't be sure. I’m looking into it, Vera hasn’t been to work for almost a week now. She has been with me since the beginning but if there’s anyone with the skill to hack through my security it would be her. There are only a few that have a skill that almost matches mine even so I doubt she’s alone.”

“Well shit! It is true when they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

“Shut the fuck up. Vera isn’t petty, I don’t think she’s doing it just to spite me. She’s doing it for the money.” We stared at him like he had two heads.

That woman has been chasing after him for as long as I can remember while Ruin fucked one woman after another and had rejected her at every angle, even as a client saying he doesn’t mix business with pleasure. The hypocrite. He was quiet for a while before he swore.

“Shit! On second thought. You might probably be right. She’s doing it for the money and to fuck me up for rejecting her.”

“So, what are we going to do?”

“You guys are doing nothing. I on the other hand I’m already tracking her down,” he said with a smug grin.

“Also, Miss Brooks’ family had filed a missing person report.”

“Fuck!” I swore, this is bad.

I usually wasn't the jealous type or maybe it was that I didn't feel enough for any of the girls I'd dated before I started working with New York Male Escorts services.

And when I started there was no room for feelings, though I would be a liar if I said there hasn't been a client or two who has held my attention for a period of time. But all of them were pale in comparison to Gianna.

What am even saying, none of these women had made me feel a quarter of what I'm currently feeling for this woman.

It's a myriad of feelings I've never felt before in my entire life coming at me and taking me by surprise each fucking time, first it was lust, then admiration then comes confusion and fear…fear because I thought I lost her when she almost died in that accident back at the cabin.

And then I finally felt it the first time I accepted I am in love with her and now.

Now, it was jealousy. I'm fucking jealous. I wanted to punch Ruin right in the face for repeatedly making her blush with his low key flirting.

Fucker must have regretted his decision to pass her to me as a client, just as we had both noticed he must have probably see and sense the submissive in her despite her cold veneer.

Too bad he'll never know how utterly breathtaking she is in her submission. He's a dominant and a sadist, it would make perfect sense for Gianna to be with someone who understands her needs as a masochist.

But I know deep in my heart that she's not for him, or maybe it's the fact that I refuse to even entertain the idea of him and her that makes me believe that.

Either way I didn't fucking care, Gianna's not for him…if not him then who? You? An ex-inmate and a prostitute?

That sadistic part of my brain thought. As if that wasn't enough, the torture continues. At least with Ruin it might be different.

Despite his shortcomings (going to jail and being an occasional escort when it suited him) he actually comes from money and has a respectable family that could rival that of Gianna in wealth and influence.

That thought made me hate the mother fucker in that instant. Watching him flirts with her, with that annoyingly teasing smile, I'd heard some of his clients called charming.

The droopy eye thing and the wink he just sent her, I was more than ready to do murder and if he wasn't doing it in a low key way and wasn't my friend and boss I would have leveled him down faster than he could say charming.

Asshole. He'd said he had a meeting and wouldn't chat for long and yet here we are in a restaurant for a dinner he'd insisted on hosting.

He'd made a call ten minutes ago and canceled his meeting, while Gianna was busy browsing through the contractual papers that had led us to her.

He'd pulled all the stops since we arrived at the restaurant. Being a gentleman, pulling out a seat before we could.

Smiling at her, getting her to taste the expensive wine he'd asked for and leaning too close to her for my liking.

Back at the office he'd acted like a professional, right here though he's doing his damndest to impress her. I don't know if he was messing with us or not but I don't fucking care.

I'd just excuse myself to answer a call about a villa we were interested in buying, only for me to come back and find he was right there in my seat explaining and chatting her up.

He wasn't flirting with her in a creepy way or anything, I could tell he genuinely liked her. She intrigues him. I could clearly see that.

Gianna has that effect on people and she doesn't even know it. Though she doesn't realize it, that submissive part of her must have sense that Ruin was a dominant like us.

She couldn't keep eye contact with him for long and kept blushing which pisses me off.

Though she tries to mask her reactions with her boldness it didn't escape me and it definitely didn't escape him.

I'm pretty sure Dane, who is more impulsive than I, is close to punching the light out of our boss, if the glare he was currently sending Ruin was any indication. He must have seen what I had. Ruin wanted her, he'll have to be blind not to.

After checking through both the papers and laptop Gianna had wanted to leave, which I was glad of, so I can drive her back and try to convince her to stay with me in our condo until the situation is resolved.

The fucker had ignore my warning glares to stay the fuck away from her and had invited us to dinner under the ruse that he has more to tell her about her kidnapping.

It's been one and a half hour and the fucker hasn't said a single word about work.

Despite being hungry I couldn't eat the steak I'd ordered, only drink the stupid expensive wine that tastes like a piss…okay I'm exaggerating, it wasn't that bad.

But I hate it.

Fuck I need to get out of here.