I scowled, because it wasn’t enough. I hated that this crazy bitch was still running around as a possible threat to my new-found happiness. “I’ll pay you double if you can get it done in the next week.”

Daria grinned. “Consider it done, Mr. Mayson.” I rolled my eyes at her, and she slouched back in her chair. “So, I see that you’re back with your girl. About fucking time. I thought you guys were going to be little bitches about it forever. Honestly, I was waiting for you to pay me, and then I was going to swoop in like a fairy godmother and take her for myself. Xander was even on board. You know he’s a sucker for a damsel in distress, and he certainly doesn’t get the opportunity with me.”

“Mine,” I growled at her, and she had the audacity to laugh in my face.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Anyone with eyes can see she’s happy now. Just keep it that way—she’s a nice girl.”

“How would you know? It was meant to be a no-contact assignment.”

Daria grinned. “Well, it just so happens that the apartment next door came up for rent, and Xander and I needed a place. So we moved in next door, because all the better to surveil her with, right? She’s never once complained to the super about the noise, and Xander and me? We get noisy.”

I screwed up my nose at the thought. Daria was beautiful, but Xander was a monster. I honestly wondered how he didn’t split Daria in half like a fucking watermelon. Maybe there was justice in the world, and he wasn’t in proportion. But judging by the shit-eating grin that seemed to permanently be etched on Daria’s face, I wouldn’t bet on it.

I thought back to how Nova had her bed in the living room instead of the bedroom, because she said her neighbors had incredibly loud sex every night. “For fuck’s sake, Daria.” Then I remembered last Saturday. “Oh shit.”

The woman cackled like a damn witch. She held up her hand in front of me. “High five for the orgy the other night. That shit sounded fire. Who doesn’t like a good orgy if it’s done well? And given the fucking cacophony coming from next door, you were doing it real well.”

I blushed bright fucking red, which just made her laugh harder, and I flipped her the bird.

Just then, her phone pinged. She pulled it from her pocket, still chuckling. As she looked down at the screen, I saw the mirth slide from her face until her forehead was creased in concern.

“What’s wrong?”

She was already striding out the door, her old-school doctor’s bag that she used as a briefcase already in her hand. “Get your shit. Andrea Esperanza is outside Nova’s door right now.”

My whole body went cold. “What?”