Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 667(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 667(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“We’d all need a drink to tell Grayson that shit,” Blake adds. “The bottom line here is that we all know Grayson is still under attack. The FBI now knows that Grayson is under attack.”
“How do we know the FBI isn’t a part of that?” I ask. “We know the DA’s office has dirty players. If the DA’s office can do it, why not the FBI?”
“We have enough documentation to cover his ass,” he says, “but when you talk about someone near and dear to Grayson, you’re talking a bigger exposure.”
There’s a knock on the door, and Davis, my second confidant to Eric, and my personal attorney walks in. “You rang?”
Blake motions him forward and Davis, a tall, regal, looking man, in his thirties, with dark hair and a short, neatly trimmed beard, joins us at the table. Once he’s up to speed, the debate begins. “What about Nancy?” Davis asks. “She knows everything you do.”
“No,” I say. “It’s not Nancy. She’s loyal, and she makes as much as a seasoned attorney.”
“Honestly, Grayson is so good to everyone. Why would anyone who knows him burn him?”
“You’d be surprised what people will do for a big payday,” Eric says, tapping the folder on the desk. “I put together the top twenty people closest to Grayson for Blake.”
“We’re going to start digging,” Blake confirms.
“I included my banking information and welcomed him to dig into my life,” Eric adds.
“I don’t have much to offer, but what’s mine is Grayson’s,” Mia says. “And we’re signing a prenup anyway.”
I catch her hand, lacing her fingers under the table, at the mention of a topic that we’ve fought about since long before my father passed. I’d been against it and Mia for it, but my opinion had changed when my father told me that he had one with my mother, who was the love of his life. Of course, I know Mia loves me. I know she isn’t after my money, but my father reminded me that life is long and hard, and I want to know she stays because she keeps loving me. So rather than cheat her in a prenup, he instructed me to be generous—to make sure that if she falls out of love, she leaves. I’m damn sure not going to let her fall out of love with me.
“I’ll offer up full access to my everything,” Davis interjects. “I don’t work here, but I’m close to Grayson, really fucking close and a data source to all his private affairs.” He eyes Blake. “I’d welcome some help ensuring I’ve secured his documents.” He grimaces. “Though from what I understand about this group involved, it’s probably too late.”
“We’ll take a look at your data for breaches this afternoon,” Blake offers before eyeing the table. “To be clear,” he adds, “this threat has a three-month expiration. After which, no one with any skin in the game remains engaged. That’s when the payout expires.” He motions to Davis. “I brought him up to speed. Everyone here knows that Ri hired the Dungeon.” He doesn’t give anyone time to reply. “I know,” he adds, “that three months feels like forever, but it’s not forever. That said, Eric has one additional statistic that brain bomb of his conjured up that we need to discuss. It’s a conclusion I came to without his complicated brain, which means we landed at the same place in different ways and need to take notice.”
My gaze sharpens on Eric. “Why do I know I’m not going to like this bomb?”
He doesn’t hold back. “I believe Mia will be a target,” he says.
Mia hugs herself. “Because I’m seen as the traitor.”
“No,” I say. “No one sees you as a traitor, Mia.”
“You just had a gun held to your head,” Blake corrects. “That affected you, whether you’ve admitted that yet or not.”
“And you’re newly back in Grayson’s life,” Eric adds. “New can mean vulnerable, but the good news in this, Mia, is that we can use that to our advantage.”
“Exactly,” Blake agrees. “Because we’ll be watching and ready and so will you.”
“She’s not bait,” I say, no give to my voice.
“No,” Blake confirms. “But she is a target. Ri saw her as that and I guarantee you he made sure the Dungeon knew her as that as well.”
“Target,” I repeat. “Are you telling us she’s in danger?” Blake hesitates and that control I don’t have spirals furthers out of reach.
His lips press into a hard line, and he says, “We can’t rule that out as a possibility.”
Chapter sixty-one
Mia
I’m a target.
Again.
I wait for the panic to rush over me, but it doesn’t. There’s something powerful about knowledge and being prepared, I decide, which is why I say, “At least we know this time.”
“I’m taking Mia out of the country for three months,” Grayson announces.
“No,” I insist, turning to Grayson. “No. I’m not willing to run from this. I know this is unsettling, Grayson, but I also know you want to control this situation as much as I do.”