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Whatever it took to get her to rest. Her eyes were closed before her head hit the pillow. By the time I reached the door, she was out cold, her soft, heavy breaths staying with me as I pulled the door closed and headed for the one place that’d occupied my attention in the days since the attack at the warehouse.
I stepped into my study and eased into the chair before I hit the mouse and logged in. Tiny blue lights flickered on the USB as it booted up. The USB Ryth had given me.
That thing…that thing was dangerous in the wrong hands.
Not only did it have names.
It had everything.
I’d been consumed by the data, sifting through all the different folders of Hale’s entire operation, and I’d barely scratched the surface. The screen lit up as I scrolled through the names of those who’d sent money to Hale. It was all there, dates, amounts, even secret offshore bank accounts. Everything for me to plan an attack. With the right person behind it, we could launch a financial attack and bleed them all dry.
Lucky for me, I knew the best of the best.
Both Harper Renolt and Anna Salvatore were more than excited to start, and so was I.
Footage.
My fingers stopped the mouse at the folder and my heart pounded. I’d purposely stayed away from that section, scared of what I might find. If I saw my Vivienne forced to be with another man, I might just become that savage bastard once more.
But eventually I’d have to open that file…and take my chances with what I found inside.
Click.
The mouse clicked before I knew it, opening up folders and folders, all listened not by names at first but by years. I sat there, stunned. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
I started with the current year, but didn’t see a name I knew, and moved out. The thought of spying on these women revolted me. They’d suffered enough, let alone a stranger watching them perform intimate and degrading acts. I clicked out and moved to the next one, then the next…this one would’ve been around the time of Vivienne and Ryth.
E…
Evans…
Only Vivienne’s name wasn’t there.
Castlemaine.
Fuck, there was Ryth.
There was no way in hell I was clicking that. I scrolled upwards.
Ares.
My pulse boomed. Ares? I checked the date. That wasn’t right. They’d adopted Angela when she was a child. Part of me didn’t want to, but I had to know. I opened the folder and stared at the two names.
Angelica and Meredith.
Meredith Ares?
“What the fuck?”
I was too far gone now, no longer able to backtrack. I opened up the folder and clicked on the latest file, freezing at the date. It was the date of her death. The video waited, daring me to press play. That bastard in me rose to the surface. I needed to know.
Click.
“You want your husband to know about us?” The deep growl came from behind the camera.
Tears silently slid down Meredith’s face as she slowly shook her head.
“Then take off your blouse, Meredith. It’s either you or your daughter, and both of us don’t want that, do we?”
