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could picture those firm, perky tits bouncing so slightly while her tight tush slapped against my lap. Had my blood not still been boiling from the thought of Silverstone hitting Kyla, I just might have taken her into the back room and fucked her brains out.
     
    My blood wasn’t going to stop boiling until I confronted the ex-Marine. “It is what it is. Thanks for showing me how to use the computer.” I continued towards the door but she ran up next to me.
     
    “I think you’re really brave,” she said. “I can’t imagine how scared you must have been.”
     
    “Yeah. I just did what I could to survive.” I reached for the door.
     
    “Could I ask you something? And I totally understand if it makes you uncomfortable in any way.”
     
    “What?”
     
    She bit her lip again. Hell, I thought she was going to ask me right then and there to stick it in her. “I’m working on this book. It’s kind of a history of Nintipi book, for my Masters’ thesis. I’d love to interview you for it—learn more about the Boys from Nintipi, and their mission in the Congo.” The history of Nintipi? There once was a shithole town called Nintipi. From the day it was created, it was a shithole and nothing interesting ever happened. To this day, Nintipi is still a shithole. The end. “The Boys of Nintipi has a good ring to it, right?” she asked.
     
    Anders’s face flashed through my mind.
     
    “Yeah, maybe. I need to get going, though,” I said.
     
    “Can I get your number? We don’t have to do the interview now. We can do it whenever—wherever. Your place, my place, here, it doesn’t matter. The corner of her mouth was curved upwards and her lips were pressed thin, as if she was trying to hold back a laugh. By the looks of it, she wasn’t talking about any interview. I guess there was some benefit to being somewhat of a celebrity.
     
    I jotted down my number and gave it to the girl. “I’m Erin, by the way,” she said as I turned to leave. I smiled, nodded, and left.
     
    Nextek Solutions wasn’t hard to find, and it wasn’t far from the library either. The blue and white Nextek logo was clearly printed on a small sign, stacked with fifteen other signs that stood tall above the town’s warehouse district. All the companies shared warehouse space—there were only four warehouses between the fifteen companies. And they all shared a reception room.
     
    It was more like a waiting room at the DMV than a reception area, with a long line of desks, each occupied by a different tired-looking woman, fifteen in all, one for each company. Nextek was at the very end, and the receptionist looked particularly tired.
     
    I asked her if Liam Silverstone was working.

CHAPTER TWELVE

    I was surprised when Liam came home early. I wasn’t as surprised that he was in a rage, as that was becoming more and more common. Though this time, he was furious. He nearly took the door off of its hinges when he barged in.
     
    My heart skipped a beat. There was no way that he could have found out that Hunter came over—not unless…
     
    My heart sank into my stomach. Hunter had gone to the warehouse. I should have figured he would’ve gone and done something dumb and reckless after he left.
     
    Liam’s eyes locked on me and his expression dropped. “I can’t fucking believe you,” he said. His eyes were red, as if he’d been crying. “I asked one thing. That’s it. Just one fucking thing.”
     
    “I’m sorry, Liam. He just showed up here. I was going to tell you,” I said.
     
    He shook his head and laughed, the rage still burning in his eyes. “Just admit it. You’re fucking him. Just tell me, Kyla. Just fucking tell me.”
     
    “I’m not.”
     
    He slapped me. My ears were left ringing and my jaw tender. Tears began to well up in my eyes.
     
    “Don’t lie to me. I’ve been nothing but good to you. Three years, I’ve supported you. This is your way of repaying me?”
     
    “I’m not sleeping with him, Liam.