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A snake can’t be anything other than a snake, even if it tries not to be, but an angel will always be an angel. That’s her.
She always deserved better, so this is me loving her enough to let her go and live in a world where she can have everything in it that’s good.
Good isn’t me.
My thoughts snap when the door opens and Jericho walks in.
His expression is more relaxed than at work earlier. Seeing him gives me strength, but the envelope he’s carrying gives me hope.
“I got something for you.” He walks up to the desk.
I pray that something is what I need to stop Bastian in his tracks.
“Just tell me we got Bastian.”
Outside of keeping a close eye on Bastian, finding good dirt on him was all I could do in this situation to fight fire with fire. You can’t threaten fuckers like Bastian without holding an axe over his head.
“Believe me, we’ve got his fucking ass right where we need it to be.” The smile on Jericho’s face clears my worries like a summer breeze blowing in on a fog.
“What have you got?” I sit straighter, the anticipation pumping me full of adrenaline.
“This.” Jericho pulls out a picture from the envelope. It’s of Bastian at the beach with a topless girl sitting on his lap. I don’t know who she is, but if Jericho thinks this is dirt, it’s serious shit that will fuck Bastian over.
“Who’s the girl?”
Jericho gives me an I’m-the-real-shit smile. “Teddy Jamison’s seventeen-year-old daughter.”
“Holy fucking shit.” My scalp tightens, all my nerves buzzing with this information.
Teddy Jamison is the fucking governor of New York. Not only would Bastian be looking at jail time for being with a minor, but he’d be skinned alive for going anywhere near Teddy’s daughter.
That man is overprotective of his entire family. Bastian would be obliterated if this ever got out.
“Want more to back that up?” Jericho pulls out a USB stick from his pocket. “How about asex tape?”
My jaw drops. “No way.”
He smiles wide. “Yes. You should know by now I’m a very dangerous man.”
I already knew that. It’s the lengths he goes to that intrigue me the most, and if I’m being honest, it’s a little scary.
There’s nothing on paper or recorded that he can’t find, and even then.
“Jesus, Jericho, how did you get this?”
“I have my ways.” His smile spreads to the corners of his lips. “And I take pleasure in saying that Bastian makes me look like a saint.”
“He definitely does. Thanks for doing this.”
“Always, brother.” He takes a well-deserved bow and raises his brows when he sees me standing. “What next?”
“I need to sort this out now.” I can’t afford to waste any more time. “Bastian will be at the Astoria for the usual meetup.”
“I’ll come with you. I definitely need to see this.”
“Let’s go.” Fueled with wrath, I march out of my office like I’m heading into battle. I might have lost everything else, but this will be a win for me.
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