Razor: A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance(11)

“Shouldn’t that have been your first question, and not about my love life? But yes, there is a reason,” I said succinctly.

That brought her up short.

I might as well lay it out all out there. “I’m running from the police.”

Carly’s face went white with shock. “Uhh, what?”

“I hacked into their systems and stole something from some so-called secure servers,” I explained. “While inside their network, someone from their security team noticed the data breach and latched on to my location. Normally, I’d never be so clumsy, but I was a little pre-occupied . . .”

It still pissed me off that I f*cked that up, even if my cock was getting sucked at the time.

“Jesus Christ! You’re running from the authorities and you come here?” Carly demanded hysterically, resuming her pacing and wringing her hands frantically. “Oh my God. What our parents were saying is true. You are a criminal!” She started babbling incoherently and I feared she was going to have a mental breakdown. “I knew you were going to wind up taking that rebel bullshit too far one day!”

I stood up quickly and grabbed her by the arms. “Calm down, Carly,” I commanded firmly. I was surprised at how soft her skin felt against my hands and it would have been so easy to begin caressing her, to rub my hands all over her luscious curves . . .

Fuuuuuck, I thought. I’ve got to get a reign on my hormones before I do something stupid.

My touch seemed to have a calming effect and Carly went still.

“I had every right to take what I stole. They’re the f*cking criminals,” I said, keeping my voice completely level to keep Carly unaware of the inner turmoil raging inside of me.

She looked unconvinced. “Seriously? You steal from the authorities and they’re the criminals? What kind of fool do you take me for—”

“I stole footage of a murder,” I cut in.

Her jaw dropped. “What?”

I nodded. “What I stole was a video of a crime, Carly. A crime that they’re desperately trying to hide. You see, they know exactly who committed this murder, and they’re trying to cover it up.”

Carly’s pretty features crinkled in confusion. “Who? What person are you talking about?”

“Brace yourself,” I warned her. As somewhat of a goody-two-shoes, I knew Carly wouldn’t believe me. But at least I had the video to prove it.

Carly slapped me against the arm. “Well? Spit it out!”

Damn, she was so sexy when she was agitated.

I waited for dramatic effect until she was practically squirming with impatience for me to spill the beans. “It’s Mayor Bradley.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Carly exclaimed, immediately shaking her head, her strawberry hair whipping about. “I don’t believe it.”

I knew she was going to say that.

Carly scowled angrily. “Is this another one of your stupid little pranks?”

“I swear it’s not,” I said seriously. “I know I joke around a lot, but I’m dead serious about this. Do you honestly think I’d show up after all this time and make this up?”

“I wouldn’t put it passed you.” Carly was obviously unconvinced. “I know you call yourself a hacker, but do you honestly expect me to believe that you hacked into the SFPD servers and downloaded a video of Mayor Bradley committing a murder?”

I grinned. Carly had no idea. “They don’t call me Razor for nothin’. You can’t even begin to imagine the things that I can do with my hands.”

Carly’s face went red at my double entendre and my grin grew wider.

“Oh come on, Carly. Get your head out of the gutter why don’t you? I meant on a keyboard, of course,” I amended. “And I have the evidence in my pocket.”

Carly froze. “Really?”

I nodded over at the small desk in the corner where her laptop lay. “I can load it for you.”

“Show me,” Carly commanded breathlessly.

My cell buzzed in my pocket. Someone had sent a text.

“Hold on a second,” I told Carly, digging out my phone.

I quickly scanned the text.

Razor wru?





I wasn’t sure exactly who it was, but it didn’t matter. I knew it had to be someone from Anonymous. I quickly tapped out a response.

Nowhere.





What do u mean nowhere? You know we want that video.





I know. Give me a little time, damn. You’ll get it.





We have given you over 48 hours . . .





I need a little more time. The police are on my ass you know.





That’s bullshit and you know it. You’re not an amateur. Don’t make us do something we both might regret.





I stuffed the phone back into my pocket.

Carly stared at me suspiciously. “Who was that?”

I ignored her and nodded at her laptop. “Do you want to see this video or not?”

A moment later I was sitting at the desk and inserting my flash drive into her laptop. I brought up the drive and clicked the video file.

“Oh my God,” Carly whispered in horror as the video popped up on the screen and began playing.