Breaching the Billionaire: Alethea's Redemption (Book 6) (Legacy Collection) (26 page)

Jeremy didn’t say anything, but he wouldn’t meet Marc’s eyes.

Marc walked over, laid both of his hands flat on Jeremy’s desk, and leaned down so he was eye to eye with Jeremy. “I need to know what you told her.”

Jeremy stood and met Marc’s aggressive stance with his own
. “To stop her? You can’t, you know. I’ve never seen her as dead set on something as she is on this. You’d be better off staying out of the cross fire.”

With a growl, Marc grabbed Jeremy by
his shirt collar and hauled him halfway across the desk. “She is not going in alone.” He let Jeremy go just as roughly.

Jeremy adjusted his shirt and stood tall. He’d need a good reason to betray his friend.

Marc played his last card. “I love her. We’re a team, even if she can’t see that yet. I will not let her get herself killed today.”

With a slowly expelled breath
, Jeremy said, “We found an apartment Sliver bought under his real name about a year ago. Stephan is headed there. Alethea is trying to get there before him, but he had a head start.”

“How do you know where Stephan went?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“Just tell me. It may matter.”

“I still have remote access to Stephan’s server.”

Marc frowned, b
ut decided not to pursue that revelation at this time. “And?”

“And the address was in the last report his men pulled. It makes sense that he’s headed there.”

“I’ll need that address and any other information you have. Now.”

Jeremy hit a button to print out a shot of his screen. With some
sarcasm he said, “I don’t mind helping you people, but would a please or a thank you now and then kill you?”

Marc took the papers from Jeremy and shook his head as he focused on more serious matters. “What I don’t get is if this guy, Sliver, is so smart, why wouldn’t he start his own company instead of targeting Dominic’s?”

Jeremy sat back down in his chair. “Intelligence doesn’t ensure success, and revenge can become an addiction. Sliver wants to be important, but he chose a negative way to go about it. He tears things down instead of building anything of his own. It’s a lifestyle that has become an obsession.”

“Creating a man who is capable of anything,” Marc said
, as he built a mental profile of his target.

“Exactly.”

Stephan and his men did a second sweep of the loft apartment. It was devoid of furniture. A huge empty space filled with a disappointing amount of nothing.
If he doesn’t live here, why buy the place?

Had it been easy for us to find for the simple reason that it wasn’t important?

Like the coding errors, is this place just another distraction?

He sent two of his men out. One to the roof. One to the street.

I’m here, Sliver. Just where you’d hoped someone would be. But why?

One of his men returned. “Nothing on the roof. Are we done here?”

Stephan nodded reluctantly. “I guess we are. Let’s head back. Give the security guy downstairs another tip on our way out. We may need to come back. There has to be a reason Sliver bought this place and I intend to find out what that is.”

The guard stepped through the door first
. Before Stephan had time to react, it slammed shut behind the guard, trapping Stephan inside the apartment. A thick metal sheet slid across the door, locked into place, and beeped.

A man’s voice spoke through an intercom
from above. “Tell your men to leave the building. You didn’t just hear an alarm arming. That was a remote-activated bomb—aka my insurance that you’ll do as I tell you.”

When his guard banged on the door, Stephan said loudly
, “The door is rigged. Don’t touch it.”

“Now tell him to leave. Unless you want him to die with you. An unnecessary loss.”

“Get out of here, Steve, and evacuate everyone you can.”

“
Uh, uh, uh. I wouldn’t do that. That would bring the police. Warn anyone and I push the trigger now. How noble of you to want to save strangers along with your men. And you can save them. You can save them all. All you have to do is help me.”

“Help you?” Stephan cased the loft with new motivation. There had to be another way out.

“Tell your men to go. Just your men. I’m watching every move you make so I’ll know if you try to fool me. Send them out of the area and then we’ll talk.”

“Sliver? Or
, more accurately, Kurtis.”

No answer.

Stephan spoke to his men through the door. “I need you to pull back from the building. Both of you.”

“Out of the area,” Sliver warned. “It’s an easy equation. I see them and you die.”

Stephan slammed a fist into the wall beside him but said loudly, “Give this place a half-mile radius.”

“What about
—” Steve started to say, but Stephan cut him off.

“Do it.”

“Yes, sir,” Steve said, then asked, “Do you want me to call anyone?”

“No,” Stephan ordered. “Wait for me to contact you. I don’t want anyone else coming here until we know what we’re dealing with.”

“Yes, sir,” Steve said and left.

Stephan paced the
loft’s entryway angrily.

“How touching. So concerned for others. A good man with a bad reputation. Another Corisi casualty.” Sliver’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

Stephan began searching the loft again for anything that would turn the tables in his favor. “I know who you are now. I know everything about you. You say Dominic stole your ideas and built his fortune with them. He didn’t, you know. That’s why you’re so angry. Your contribution was a mediocre suggestion at best.”

“Mediocre? I’m the one who suggested the future lay in interfacing technologies. I saw the trend. I knew where the money would be.”

Yes, get angry. Give me something to use.
“An insight they took advantage of, but they didn’t throw you out, did they? Your mistake was thinking you could do better without them.”

“And your mistake was switching sides at the last minute. I could have destroyed him last year in a cleaner fashion. No one had to die. You should have let me finish what we started. The
bloodshed will be on your conscience. You pushed me to this.”

Years of hating Dominic gave Stephan a sad and unique insight into Sliver’s twisted thinking. Could he use that bond to gain Sliver’s trust? “You don’t have to do this. I know. I hated Dominic. I lost sight of who I was
, and everything became about beating him. It almost cost me everything. My family. My future. Everything. You can stop before this goes any further. It’s never too late to realize that revenge is a dark monster that destroys even its master.”

“And what? We all become friends?
How has that worked for you?”

Stephan didn’t say anything. His words found a fresh wound Stephan didn’t want to acknowledge. Dominic still thought the worst of him. There was a chance he always would. He hoped to God the love he shared with Nicole was strong enough to survive that truth.

Sliver continued. “Imagine your life without Dominic. Wouldn’t it be wonderful? All you have to do is call him and tell him that you’re here. Tell him how you tried to stop me but failed and need him. When he comes—leave. I’ll give you time to save everyone else in the building. I believe there is a sweet woman living just below who has two young children. One is sick and home with her today. What a shame if you choose not to help me and they pay the price.”

“You’re a sick bastard.”

“We can spin this scenario so you win. You get his sister without having to deal with him. The news will credit you for risking your life to save everyone in the building. Hell, you’ll be a hero. So, what’s it going to be? How much is your rival’s life worth to you?”

Taking a deep breath, Stephan made one of the most difficult decisions of his life.

Dressed in a blonde wig, baggy jeans, and a sweatshirt, Alethea assessed the building Jeremy had directed her to. She stood at a safe enough distance that it was unlikely Sliver would use surveillance cameras where she was. Jeremy had given her the blueprints of the loft apartment building. She studied the surrounding area.

Why? Why this building? This area?

She was so engrossed she screamed when a hand closed over her arm. The sound was quickly silenced by a male hand over her mouth, and she was pulled backward off the street into an alley. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest.

Thankfully, she recognized that touch.

And the strong chest pressed against her back.

Marc.

He removed his hand and turned her. Without stopping to think, she threw her arms around his neck and met his mouth halfway. The kiss they shared was a declaration. An affirmation of what they both knew but hadn’t yet vocalized.

He broke it off and hugged her to him.

“How did you find me?” she asked.

He kissed her forehead. “I talked to Jeremy. He told me you’d be here
, so I had my men perform a shrinking sweep of the surrounding area.”

She shook her head in self-disgust. “I should have been watching my back as well as doing reconnaissance. I know better.”

He ran a hand down her back, cupping one of her ass cheeks possessively. “You don’t have to watch your back. I’m more than happy to do it.”

Heart still thudding in her chest, she rolled her eyes and asked, “Did you seriously just go there?”

He tapped her nose with one finger in reprimand. “Hey, no critiquing my sexual banter. I’m working the moment here.” He kissed her deeply again and said, “Promise me one thing.”

After a kiss like that—anything.

“Yes?” she asked huskily.

“Save that wig for later. I love it.” The devilish grin he shot her sent a wave of desire through her.

“This is not helping,” she said dryly, but in fact it was.
I’m not alone. He came.

“Right.” Marc shook his head as if to clear it. “Do you have anyone planted in the area?”

Alethea pointed westward. “I have a dog walker if I need him, but I didn’t want to send him in until I knew what I was dealing with. I have a bad feeling about this. It was too easy to find him. He wanted to be found.”

“I agree. Jeremy voiced the same concern. That’s why we’re sweeping inward. I’m treating this are
a like a minefield because it just may be.” Marc turned his head away for a moment as he listened to his earpiece. “We just made contact with one of Stephan’s men. They were inside the loft when they were separated and somehow Stephan got locked inside. They heard another man’s voice and then Stephan told them to fall back and stay there until he contacts them.”

Alethea leapt out of Marc’s embrace. “Sliver has Stephan.”

Tight-lipped, Marc nodded. “It looks that way. I have enough men to surround the building. And snipers. I can set up a perimeter that he can’t escape and then we’ll lure him out.”

Alethea grabbed his arm. “No. Hang on. Why would Stephan send his men away?”

“Because someone has a gun to his head?”

No, that’s not it. I am way too nauseated for it to be that simple.
“A gun would be a direct attack. That’s how you’d go after someone. Sliver is as much a coward as he is a genius. He’s not in that building. He’s nearby—watching. I know it.”

Alethea was used to people dismissing her theories, but Marc nodded in full agreement. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully
, then asked, “Does all that watching require something we could trace? Like an unusually high amount of electrical usage?”

A smile spread across Alethea’s face. “You’re a genius
.”

He shot her a humble smile. “No, but I’ve watched spy movies.” Then he pulled her b
ack into his arms. “We’re going to get this bastard.”

Alethea wasn’t quite as confident. Having a hostage definitely gave Sliver an advantage. “What makes you so sure?”

The warm smile he gave her sent her heart beating wildly. “Because Sliver planned for Jeremy and Stephan. He even planned for me.” He hugged her closer and nuzzled her neck. “But no one—no one can prepare for you.”

She raised one eyebrow and leaned back. “I believe you just gave me a compliment.” When he smiled down unabashedly at her, her confidence rose.
I hope to hell I’m half as good as he thinks I am.
She took out her phone and called Jeremy. “Jeremy, I need you to hack into Con Edison for me.”

Jeremy instantly began typing. “We definitely need to start speaking in code. Okay, I’m in
. What are we looking for?”

“Someone using enough electricity to power a command center in one of the nearby buildings.”

“Gotcha. Brilliant.”

Alethea looked up into a watchful pair of blue eyes. “It was Marc’s idea.”

Jeremy’s typing didn’t pause as he answered, “I like him.”