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“And you’re not one of those people?” I can’t believe what’s transpiring here. I fucking hated Lennox Benson. I think I might love him now.
“No. I’m not one of those people. I deal with legit, high-wealth clients. Those with a lot of cash to invest.”
“That side of the business obviously doesn’t pay enough.”
“Not when you’ve got an ex-wife with no morals and a nasty gambling habit, no.”
“So how did you know about this non-legitimate side?”
“I’m not stupid.”
“But you’re also not a mind reader. How did you know where to go?”
“I hacked the company system.”
I recoil. “You did, did you?” Otto better up his game. “And . . .?”
“And found the fraudulent details of various Russian clients. Fake names, fake addresses. But the contact number was always the same.”
“Do you have that number?”
“On my cell.” He pats at his lounge pants and pulls it out.
“Call him.”
“What?”
“Call him.” I get up and start pacing, my fucking head reeling. I give Brad and James a can you fucking believe this? look as I pass them. I hear Benson’s phone ringing, and I move closer, listening. The moment someone answers, my heartbeats increase.
“Do you realize what you’ve done?” the Russian accent drawls. “You killed my men?”
Poor Benson looks white as a sheet. “I was defending my home. My family.”
“If you don’t pay, you pay. You have two days. I have more men. They’ll keep coming.” He hangs up, and I slowly turn to face James. The Enigma doesn’t show much emotion at work these days. His anger has subsided . . . tamed. His face now, though?
Utter shock. “Fuck . . . me,” he whispers.
“Sandy?” Brad gasps, doing what Brad does best. Stating the fucking obvious.
“Well, would you Adam and Eve it,” I say, laughing to myself.
“Wait, you know him?” Benson asks, standing, his eyes jumping around the room.
“Old enemies.” I smile, taking his mobile out of his hand. Oh, how I would have loved to interrupt that call. I check the number. Not surprisingly, it’s different to the one I have.
“Of course.” Benson drops back to the couch, head back in his hands. “Jesus Christ.”
“Listen up, friend,” I say, lowering next to him and smiling. Because now I am definitely Benson’s friend. “I’m going to fix this mess.”
“How? You’re going to pay off my debt?”
Brad chuckles, James smiles, and I huff, unimpressed. “No, Benson, I’m going to kill them.”
“Oh fucking hell.”
“Don’t feel bad. They’ve had it coming for years.” I stand, looking around. “You can’t stay here anymore.”
“Yeah, I know that, Danny.” He rolls his eyes, exasperated by me.
