I hope this letter finds you well, though it probably won’t, since you will see it as a direct threat to your new bride. Though we both know this wedding happened days ago, and there was no relationship between the two of you. Not recently, at least. I have heard rumors that the two of you met at a sex club…
I digress. As with the others, I thought it’d be best to introduce myself, so to speak. You may call me Gabriel, the man who will bring down the Defiant God Brotherhood if things don’t change. Eight months have passed since I made myself known and yet the Elite Members have carried on as if everything is the same.
It’s not.
I’m watching you, Tempting God, and I see the bodies you have stepped on to get to the top.
What would sweet Greer say if she knew of the things you’ve done to become President? Would she still look at you with those green eyes full of love? We both know the answer to that.
This letter isn’t just a warning for you. It’s a warning to every member of the Defiant God Brotherhood and even to Greer. She, too, will be caught in the crossfire when the Brotherhood falls.
And it will fall.
This is the only time I’ll be reaching out. The next time I have something to say, I’ll go right to the press. Time is running out, Carter, so you better get your affairs in order.
-Gabriel
I reread the letter, looking for clues as to who the mysterious Gabriel might be, but come up with nothing. Fuck. I’ve never felt so many emotions at once. Anger and fear are at the top of the list, and I drop the letter on the couch.
“Corbin, come in here, please.”
He enters the room, waiting.
“Make sure you and Somya have additional security, too.” At his questioning look, I say, “The two of you are important to me and I won’t stand by, waiting for something to happen to you.”
He dips his head. “Thank you, sir. I’ll get right on that.”
He leaves just as Greer comes out of our room. Her eyebrows are drawn together as she makes her way to me.
“Is everything okay? I heard you call for Corbin, and Corbin seemed stressed.”
“I received a letter from the man who killed DeLeon. The same man who’s watching the Brotherhood.”
“What did it say?”
“Just letting me know that he’s watching both of us.”
I reach for the letter, handing it to her. She reads it, her eyes widening.
“He knows too much.”
“I thought the same thing.” I pause. “He’s either infiltrated my team or the room is bugged.”
“It’d be hard to infiltrate your team directly.”
“What makes you think that?”
Greer says, “He’s also been able to get a letter to Alessandro and Brooks, right? So it would be unlikely that he’d risk getting that close.”
“He got that close to Hannah.”
“To save her.”
I hum. “You make a good point, Little Fae. So we must assume our room is bugged.”
Which means they know that Greer has an upcoming doctor’s appointment. I don’t like it. Not one bit.
I say, “Perhaps we should get some air.”