The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(75)
Author: Emma Holly

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Zane’s mind wasn’t on what he was doing. Thoughts of what he’d just experienced filled his head. He’d enjoyed it start to finish, and he remained okay with it now. He wanted to do it again—though maybe not until after he’d taken Rebecca on his own. Watching Trey have her was inspiring. Zane got ideas for things he wanted to do to her.

With a few of those ideas occupying his attention, it was only after he swatted down the light switch that he realized Rebecca had left the supply cabinet open. The thing was a reproduction of old-style pharmacy storage. Constructed in zinc, it included glassed-in shelves for stuff like towels, and drawers for the sort of items Rebecca had brought him and Trey. Unfamiliar with where they put things, she’d pulled all the drawers open. Too interested in not missing their show, she hadn’t shut them again.

The cabinet was close to the door. Zane didn’t bother turning the light back on before he stepped to it. If he had, he might not have noticed the tiny red eye blinking at the back of the middle drawer’s clutter.

Fuck, he thought, his chest going icy hot.

“Trey,” he said, low and sharp.

Trey padded back to his side. “What is that?”

Zane slapped the overhead light on and dug out a small black box he knew he hadn’t put in there. “Surveillance equipment.” Feeling sick, he turned the thing over in his palm. “Wi-Fi. Sound activated. Probably a powerful battery in here. This is expensive gear.”

Trey cursed. He shot a quick look over his shoulder, but Rebecca wasn’t in hearing range. “Where’s the lens?”

Zane’s stomach clenched. “If I wanted to catch something salacious, I’d aim it where it could see the shower.”

Trey immediately strode to the enclosure. Now that he knew to look, he found it in less than a minute: a thumbnail sized wireless fisheye adhered to the top of one marble wall with waterproof adhesive. Zane had been facing it while Trey f**ked him. It would have seen everything.

Hands shaking, he pried open the box he’d found. As he did, the power light winked off.

Trey returned to his side to peer at its innards. “There’s no storage chip in there.”

“No,” Zane agreed tightly. “It’s sending the signal from the lens somewhere else, probably through the house network.”

“It wasn’t Rebecca,” Trey said defensively.

“Fuck’s sake,” Zane snapped, still speaking in a low tone. “I know that. Rebecca wouldn’t do this in a million years.” He set the opened box on a stack of towels, not wanting to touch it. “It had to have been someone on the staff. Getting access is too difficult for strangers.”

“They’ve all been with us for years.”

“All except one,” Zane corrected. “The one employee we didn’t vet as closely as the others because he’s related to Mrs. P—the staff member we trust the most.”

“Owens,” Trey said, hard and flat.

Zane opened his mouth to agree when Rebecca spoke from the door. He didn’t know how long she’d been there, but her pallor said she’d added up the pieces she’d overheard.

“I think I know why. I just remembered where I’ve seen him before.”

Zane and Trey responded at the same time. “You’ve seen him before?”

“Last Monday. At our VIP sneak peek for the Lounge. He, uh, helped that supermodel you said wasn’t your girlfriend out of her limo. I wasn’t paying him much attention. I assumed he was her driver.”

Zane recalled the uncomfortable weekend he’d spent with her. “That wasn’t Missy’s limo, it was ours. I wanted to get shut of her, so I took a taxi from the airport. I told Owens to drop her wherever she liked. He knew who she was. He seemed a little star struck. I thought it was funny.”

“Not so funny now,” Trey said. “Missy would have been in the mood for blood, you having just dumped her. I guess your ex-not-girlfriend and our strapping young driver found mutual interests.”

“That is not good,” Zane said.

“That is very not good,” Trey emphasized. He lifted his hands at Zane’s look. “Sorry. I know you kind of liked her, but that glorified swimsuit hanger is poison. The first time I met her, I knew she was hoping to stash her eggs in your basket.”

Zane hadn’t known Trey disliked her. He’d been aware Missy had ambitions. He simply hadn’t thought they were his problem. He’d been wrong about that. People like her didn’t set up secret surveillance just to watch it themselves. People like her had E! News on speed dial so reporters could “accidentally” catch her on dates. God, he’d been stupid. Owens had probably been spying for her when he walked in on them in the pool, maybe hoping to tell his new famous girlfriend what they’d been up to. And that business with him and Rebecca supposedly needing help assembling the bed . . . Owens had wanted an excuse to get into their secure playroom. Probably Zane ought to be grateful he’d only managed to plant a sex-cam here.

He shook his head to rid it of those thoughts. Every minute they delayed was one too many. “We need to get to Owens before he sends Missy this footage.”

Trey threw him a pair of pants and grabbed one for himself. “I say we need to beat Owens to a pulp, but I’ll settle for shutting down his snooping.”

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Rebecca wanted to come with them, but Zane backed up Trey’s opinion that she should stay in the house.

“I don’t want you any more involved than you are. Don’t make us waste time arguing. We need to confront Owens now.”

“We won’t do anything stupid,” Trey promised, which he suspected was her main concern.

The chauffeur lived in the apartment above the ivy-veiled garage. If luck was with them, he hadn’t been watching the feed come in and didn’t know what he had. That hope died the moment they saw him behind his lit-up windows. He was hurrying from his dresser to his bed, carrying clothing to a suitcase.

“Shit,” Zane said. “He’s packing. He must have heard us find his equipment.”

They bounded up the outside stairs with Zane in the lead. Trey’s best friend didn’t bother knocking. He lowered his former quarterback’s shoulder and busted in the door.

The apartment was one big room. Owens spun around to them.

“Stay where you are!” he demanded in a quavering voice.

He had a dark object in his hand. He was pointing a gun at them. Trey’s heart had a second to trip over itself before Zane roared and rushed Owen.