Page 50 of Victor's Lethal Desire
Nothing.
I'm starting to get a bit nervous. We don't have much time before the guards make their rounds and realize something is wrong.
I cross into a study, bookshelves lined with leather-bound volumes, a mahogany desk, and a laptop sitting closed on its surface. I flip it open.
Password-protected.
I could try to crack it, but that would take too long.
"Danika."
Victor's voice cuts through the silence.
I bolt out of the study and into the living room. Victor stands near the glass coffee table, holding the black tablet. The screen glows faintly, displaying a Cyrillic login screen.
"Found it," he says as I walk over to him.
Victor nods.
"So we take it and go," he says.
"No."
His eyes snap to mine.
"What?"
"Then he'll know it's missing."
"So?"
"So?" I say. "Look, Victor. Once we do this, we'll need to go. Eventually, men will come, see the dead men in the hall, and alert everyone. They'll secure Dimitri, and you're not touching him tonight. You sealed that fate already."
I see Victor thinking for a moment.
"Fine. Then what do you suggest?"
I step closer, holding his gaze.
"We copy it. Leave the tablet here. He won't know anything happened."
Victor studies me for a long moment, his dark eyes calculating. Then he shakes his head.
"I can't do that, and I'm not leaving empty-handed, Danika."
"You won't," I say.
I reach down and twist the ring on my right hand. The band is smooth titanium, but the diamond sits in a raised setting. I grip the stone and pop it off with a soft click, revealing a tiny micro-USB adapter underneath.
Victor's eyebrows lift.
"What the hell are we going to do with that?” he asks.
"It'll bypass the encryption and make a copy of everything on that tablet," I say, holding it up.
He stares at the device, then at me.
"For you, but what about me?"
