Page 110 of Magnetic God

Jones continues, “I don’t trust a man who will choose his wife over the Brotherhood.”

He smirks at me and Ace, making my skin crawl. I wish there was some way I could know for sure that Hannah was safe, but I won’t know shit until this meeting is done and over with.

Ace says, “Shall we go in there? I’m curious to see who wants to invest in the Brotherhood.”

“Of course. After you, gentlemen.”

I don’t like showing my back to anyone, but I have no choice. So I walk into the suite like I own it. Several men that I don’t know sit in leather chairs. But I’m shocked when I see another familiar face in the midst.

“Elite Member Zhang. This is a surprise. I did not know our second in command would be in attendance tonight.”

Ace meets my gaze, his eyebrow cocked. This wasn’t in the plan. Either Blanc is playing us, or he has no idea that Zhang was going to be here. Either way, it doesn’t bode well for us.

Zhang says, “I’ve always been a fan of the OWF. When I told Jones I was looking to invest, he was the one who suggested this meeting. How could I refuse when the Face of the Brotherhood came out of retirement for this?”

I laugh, stopping at the wet bar where I pour myself a drink. It takes everything in my power to act casual right now as I try to figure out what in the fuck is going on.

I say, “Well, I came out of wrestling retirement. As we all know, I’ll never step down as the Face of the Brotherhood.”

Zhang tips his glass toward me. “Indeed.”

I turn to Jones. “Jones, I’d like to meet our potential investors.”

“Of course.”

Ace catches my gaze, dipping his head to the side. I nod my understanding as we split ways. Glass in hand, I follow Jones to the first group of men. They appear to be actual investors, which is not what I expected. Blanc made it sound like these men were in cahoots with Jones. But what if Blanc didn’t know everything? I glance at Zhang, who’s talking to the man at his side. What if it was Zhang all along who was trying to overthrow Blanc?

Throwing my arm around Jones’ shoulder, I pull him aside.

“So all these men want to invest in the Brotherhood, and you found them?” I shake my head. “You after my job, Jones?”

“Oh, I didn’t find all these men. Zhang did. I only set up the meeting because our second in command is too busy.”

The way he looks at Zhang is the same way that I look at Hannah. Holy fuck. Are Jones and Zhang seeing each other? And is Zhang using Jones to do his dirty work?

“How long have the two of you been together?” I ask, bringing my glass to my lips.

Jones’ eyes widen. “What?”

“You and Zhang.”

His pudgy cheeks turn pink. “It’s not like that.”

“It rarely is.” I wink. “Your secret is safe with me. Now, let’s get these men to empty their pockets.”

An hour later, I’m convinced that Jones was a cover for Zhang, even if he did not know of the part he played in the plan.

The room has cleared out except for Zhang, Sullivan, Ace, and me. I move to Ace’s side, who’s at the bar.

In a low tone, I speak in Italian. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

“I am,” he answers back in his native tongue. “It seems Blanc was fooled, just as we were.”

“Well, we know what we have to do.”

“That we do.”

Zhang joins us and says in English, “So, I see the two of you have figured out my plan. I must admit I’m shocked that it took you so long, Violent God.”

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