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“What’s going on is, I have a friend who told me a story about you, Henry Becker. It seems you like to be an asshole to your ex-boyfriend and then won’t take a hint.”

I enjoy watching that sniveling coward pale. “I don’t know what Sullivan told you but⁠—”

Mikhail only has to move his arm two inches for the rat to shut up.

“I don’t care about your lies. I’m only here to tell you that you’re going to stop thinking about him. You’re going to forget his name, or the restraining order he put out against you is going to become public. It would be a shame if your parents’ foundation got a bad reputation because of you, wouldn’t it?”

I fast forward the last bit, and when I see Henry nodding like a doll, I close it and text Eli.

Tucker:

Thank you.

Any news on the PI?

Eli:

Yes.

Eian will be in contact.

Well, that’s ominous.

And it comes way too soon. I don’t even get to go looking for Sunny.

“Hey,” I answer the call. The old man could’ve just texted like Eli, but I kind of appreciate the call instead.

As it is, I’m obviously going to have to delete the chat with Eli completely. I might have to give him my phone to wipe fully.

“Just went to visit our friend.” God, he’s so dramatic.

“How did it go?”

“Oh fine. After talking to Mikhail, we settled on making it sound like Sunny has some powerful friends south of the border.”

I look up at the ceiling. These fucking mobsters made Sunny’s ex and the PI think Sunny has some connections to the fucking cartels?

Seriously?

“So you can rest easy knowing the PI probably won’t step foot in my city anytime soon.”

I roll my eyes, thanking the universe Eian can’t see him.

His city, sure.

“Thanks for getting it done so soon. Now I owe you one.”

Eian scoffs. “No you don’t. Maybe get Barclay Arena to stop denying me the purchase of a box for a season, and we’ll call it even.”

I roll my eyes again.

“I’ll take your washed money,” I assure him.

“Hey, money’s money,” he protests. “Jim was just all about that background check, wasn’t he?”

I laugh then.

“No, he was not. He probably never even knew you wanted a box. Those tasks are for other people,” I say, trying to imitate his voice, but I regret it immediately. No need to keep him alive in any way.