Chapitre 72: fake billionaire, damaged boyfriend 28

I turn around quickly, my back to the screen when Dimitri and Mccoy come back into the office, both of them panting haggardly. I pull as much of my body in the way, needing to hide the words as they come, but the agents swarming the room don't let it last. One of them pulls me aside to see the text on the screen, and I fight to stay put, my eyes locked on Dimitri's.

"No, no!" I bark, needing to hide it from his sight.

"Move, dammit," Mccoy snaps, yanking me across the room practically.

"Hey! You don't handle her like that, she's helping you!" Dimitri barks, anger in is blue eyes.

"You better watch yourself, man."

"You watch yourself, and keep her back," Mccoy hollers in reply, pointing at me as I curl into Dimitri's arms carefully. "She's interfering now, and I'll have you both arrested for real in a minute if you don't—"

"Boss, look at this," one of the other agents says breathlessly, pulling his focus. "You need to read this."