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I saw some stuff tonight that could get them into serious trouble, but I’ll keep my mouth shut, as long as they don’t try to keep me trapped here.

Chapter Eight

Locke

Someone is going to pay dearly when I find out who took my omega. Every resource at my disposal has been dispatched. Eventually, someone will come across something concrete. And not that bullshit video Will tried to play off as Laken.

I don’t care what it looks like or what he thinks.

That woman wasn’t Laken.

There’s every possibility Will paid someone to manipulate the security footage. There would be plenty of recordings of her going in and out of his penthouse. He could use those to splice together to make her look guilty, but I’m not falling for it.

Someone stole a shitload of product from Will’s penthouse the day Laken went missing. Only, I know it wasn’t her, because her coworkers confirmed that she was at work during the time of the break-in.

It wasn’t even a fucking break-in.

Whoever did it had a key.

Add in the fact no one has seen the little omega in five days, and I’m about to burn this city to the fucking ground to get some answers.

Nothing makes sense, no matter how hard I work to try to shove the pieces of information together.

She was mine before that night two months ago, but those events solidified it.

I’ll do whatever it takes to find her.

Even turn to my family for support, if necessary, which is something I long ago swore I would never do.

And I wouldn’t.

Not for anyone except her.

Two Months Ago - The Night Before the Prologue

I pour a more than generous swash of bourbon into my glass before helping myself to a hearty swallow.

If I hadn’t seen the proof with my own eyes, I would have trouble believing it.

But I have.

I’ve heard it with my own ears as well. That means I have some soul-searching to do.

Swirling the liquor in my glass, I lean against the counter.

Six years ago, it seemed like a brilliant idea to put Will in place as the figurehead for my up-and-coming empire.

The idea was sound.

Allow the masses to believe my business was his.

Any enemies looking to seek revenge or to topple the organization by taking out the head would be completely unaware that they just tipped their hand to the true adversary in waiting—me.

The lowly enforcer might be collateral damage, but what I wouldn’t be was the primary target.

And over the years, that idea served me well.

Except, now, William’s aspirations have grown too large. He’ll need to be handled, but managing that might very well topple the empire I’ve worked so hard to attain.

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