Midnight.
I stand outside the pool house for five full minutes with my hand on the door handle before I can make myself open it. My whole body is shaking and I tell myself it’s the cold.
I need that watch. That’s why I’m here. Fifteen thousand dollars and a deleted video and then this is over. I open the door.
Cain is already there, sitting on the couch wearing jeans and nothing else, the snake tattoo curling up his chest and over his shoulder, all of him on display like he planned it. He looks up when I walk in and smiles, slow and satisfied, like he knew I’d come and was simply waiting for me to admit it.
“I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.”
“I’m here.” I close the door behind me and lock it. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Eager to lose?”
“Eager to win.”
He stands and walks
