Page 59 of Twisted Tate

“This is a record of every girl he ever sold.” Thorne’s voice sounds far away. “He kept documentation of everything. Probably as leverage to hold against all of them.”

I flip through the pages. Some names appear multiple times—the same girls sold over and over to different men. The prices vary. Fifty thousand. A hundred thousand. Two hundred thousand.

Lives reduced to line items in a monster’s accounting ledger.

And then I see her name.

Reese Donaldson. He put his own fucking daughter’s name is his ledger. The first entry is dated ten years ago, and the buyer is Richard Castellano for seventy-five thousand dollars.

I flip forward with shaking hands. Michael Collier appears again and again, paying premium prices for the privilege of hurting her.

The ledger crumples in my fist. I did not even realize I was crushing it until the paper tears.

“Tate.” Fox’s voice is sharp with warning. “Take a breath.”

I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can see is her name on that ledger along with the names of the men who used her body while her father counted the money.

I want to kill someone. I need to kill someone. If Jenson were here right now, I would tear him apart with my bare hands and not stop until there was nothing left but red pulp and broken bone.

Before anyone can tell me otherwise, I rip the pages with her name on them out of the ledger. The Council doesn’t need to know about Reese unless she wants them to.

Thorne and Fox continue going through the evidence. I hear Thorne curse under his breath. I hear Fox’s sharp intake of breath.

“This is bigger than we thought.” Fox’s voice is grim. “He has not just been trafficking girls. He has been running a blackmail operation. There are Council members in here that he has dirt on, not even related to trafficking.”

“And there is more.” Thorne holds up another folder. “He has been selling Raven secrets to outside organizations. Financial records, security protocols, Council member locations. He is a fucking traitor.”

I process this information distantly. It matters. I know it matters. The scope of Jenson’s betrayal changes everything for the Ravens.

But right now, all I care about is one woman. My baby girl.

I go to her and pull her against my chest, needing to feel her in my arms. She is still breathing normally, but I can tell she’s forcing herself to remain calm.

Reese pulls back from my chest and wipes her eyes. Her mascara is smeared, her face is blotchy from crying, and she is still the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I hand her the pages. “These are yours to decide what you want to do with them.”

She takes them from my hand and just stares at them.

“Do we have everything?” I glance over at Fox and Thorne to see them zipping up the empty bags we brought.

“We’re good here, brother,” Thorne replies. “Let’s fucking go.”

Everyone hurries from the room and then I tell them to wait. I slide my bag off my shoulder and pull out a container of lighter fluid and hold it up to Reese.

“If you want to burn it down, now is your chance.”

“Tate,” Fox snarls. “We didn’t discuss—”

“I don’t give a fuck what we discussed.” I hold my hand up to him, but keep my focus on my girl. “Baby girl, tell me what you want to do.”

She takes the lighter fluid from me and reenters the room by herself and starts spreading it everywhere. She’s screaming and crying as she frantically covers what she can until she throws the container against the wall.

I pull out a match and step forward to grab her by the arm, pulling her back into the hall. I hold up the unlit match up to her. “Are you ready for this?”

Reese nods and I immediately strike it on the outside wall. As soon as it’s lit, I hand it to her.

She stares at me and gives me a small smile before closing her eyes then tossing the match in the room. It catches and starts to slowly go up in flames. She looks at the papers in her hands with her name on them. She balls them up in her fist and tosses them into the flames.