His phone rang. After glancing at the caller ID, he answered. “D—”
“Where are you?” she barked back.
“Just arrived at my flat.”
“I need you at the chateau.”
“When?”
“Now!”
“On my way.”
Jony didn’t want to disappoint Dahlia; she was both like a big sister and mother to him. Jony owed her everything. She saved me from myself, he thought. He remembered their first encounter. I needed a fix, and I found Dahlia, the Black Heart instead. She got me off the drugs before I ended up in a grave. She must have thought I was an excellent hacker, because she had a reputation for only hiring the best. Excellent enough to get me out of that assault charge. A pang of guilt overcame him. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of that girl. But then his mind flipped to anger. She was coming on to me—she d
