Chapter 218

MARCO SLIPPED OUT OF bed and stood there in the dark like a fucking creeper.

This was not supposed to happen.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, but it didn't ease the guilt stabbing his conscience. She was supposed to be a mark. A rung on the ladder. Well, he'd picked the wrong damn girl.

Fiona was...a drug.

He'd always known that in order to get the kind of information he needed, it meant getting close to someone at NueEnergy. But it was different now that the person had a name. Eyes. A mouth. God, her mouth. It was just sex. But it was damn good sex.

Fucking hell.

He couldn't leave without completing his objective. He'd come too far.

Ghost had warned him about the consequences, that very likely someone-the person he targeted-would get blamed for what he was about to do. But Marco hadn't listened.

And now that person had a name he could taste. He could still feel her pussy clenching around him.

"Hey, Fiona, I need to find my phone," he said.