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“Just about. Can you speak freely?” I ask him.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m walking to get some shit done for someone,” he mutters. “Marcus Boxley is too damn comfortable for his own good. He trusts too easily, and won’t listen when people tell him otherwise. That’s how Gareth initially lost his money. They both invested in a company that was a scam. Gareth promised him it would be fine. Marcus pretends to be a legitimate businessman, but Gareth learned all too well how thin that veil was.”

“So they both got fucked over, and now Marcus is about to find himself getting fucked again,” I muse. “There was a lot of money in those accounts. This wouldn’t have happened to have been all of the gang’s collective money, would it?”

“Bingo,” Greg grunts. “So now, it’s Marcus’ ass on the line. There’s a girl that’s been coming around lately, her name is Arina. Her father is a cousin to the Boxleys, and is a genteel bruiser. He likes to hide behind his suits as he fucks up the people who cross his family. She hangs out a lot with a guy named Ivan, though they get kicked out pretty often.”

“Fuck. Those are the two kids that are giving Dee a hard time at school,” I explain. It’s easier to call her by her fake name, even on the phone with people who know the truth, so I won’t accidentally slip up one day.

“Yeah, one of the guys asked how school was going, and Arina said a cock eating slut kept giving her trouble. This kid is really pissing me off. I generally only kill people who really deserve it, but she’s trying my patience,” Greg grumbles.

My lips twitch at his protective tone, because Ivan and Arina are really pissing me off too. “The school is having some kind of recital for the school get together on New Year’s Day, so maybe kill Ivan afterward, since Dee has been working her ass off on their group project,” I tease him.

“I want to say they’re harmless, but their parents are not. Sullivan told Dee that Ivan’s father is part of a Mafia family. I’m not taking any chances with either of them.”

“Let’s do some research on their families,” Greg says. “I don’t know how they could be involved, but at this point, I’d rather rule it out.”

I’ve had Greg on speakerphone this entire time, and Lorrie pings Elira with the message so she can assign it. Lorrie continues to reroute money as smaller donations in multiple amounts, so it’s not suspicious and it won’t get reported.

All the details matter now.

“We’re on it. Let us know if we can do anything else on our end,” I say. “Stay safe.”

“Will do,” Greg says, and then the line goes dead.

Blowing out a breath, I nod. “You heard him,” I say. “Fuck, I’m going to go find something to do so I don’t go stir crazy. Let me know if you run into issues, guys.”

Walking to my office, I start the never ending work that’s always there. Anything to keep my mind on something else as we get closer to ridding the world of Gareth Davies.

Friday

Dahlia

This week has been grisly with non-stop work, school, and practice whenever we can. The issue is that Christmas is next week, so we’ll lose out on a lot of group practice time. Ivan has been even worse lately, scowling and muttering unflattering things about me under his breath, while Arina spit on my shoe as she passed me by on her way home.

Ciara flinched as she watched, but I shook my head with a sigh.

“You’re so much nicer than I am,” she muttered.

That was yesterday, so I’m very glad to be leaving work for the week now. I’m so fucking over it.

“What’s more important than practicing?” Ivan asks, glaring at me as I shut down my station and make the last person in the building aware that I’m leaving. Thankfully it’s Sullivan, and he tells me to have fun tonight.

“I have a date,” I say, shrugging as I grab my things and button up my long jacket. Jack surprised me with a warming jacket that’ll keep me toasty. I didn’t know something like this existed!

“That’s not a reason to skip practice!” Ivan screams as I stare impassively at him. Pilar didn’t have any issues moving today’s session to tomorrow morning, but Ivan has his whitey tighties in a bunch.

“I think you’re really tightly wound,” I say patiently. “We’re on track to finish in time, Ivan. We just need to fine tune things a little and then add in the piano part. What is your issue?”

“Everything gets handed to you,” he complains. “I don’t understand what makes you so special.”

Snorting, I shake my head. I’ve really tried, but he has no idea what my life has been like. I’m sure his life hasn’t been a picnic as the son of a Mafia man…

Nope, I don’t care enough either way. He can eat a big, hairy dick with some hot sauce.

“I am done with this conversation,” I murmur, beginning to walk across the lobby with Ciara on my heels. “I’ll be letting security know that you should also be leaving as well. If you’re not following right behind me, you will be finding yourself escorted out.”

Snarling at me, he takes a step toward me with his arm raised, only to find himself throat punched by Ciara. It’s a gut instinct, and she winces as if she couldn’t help herself.

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