Page 119 of Beast: Part Two

“Alright, TR,” Angel says out loud. “We’re all here.”

“Your plan is working,” Takar’s voice comes over Angel’s phone speaker. “Corbyn believes you guys are behind the house attacks. He has no idea you’re going after his kids. However, he has been going around bragging about you boys chasing your tail.”

“Which means he isn’t desperate enough yet,” Zel says leaning forward in his seat.

“No. Not enough to make a mistake,” Takar confirms our thoughts. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to go harder.”

Angel sighs, racking a hand through her short haircut. “Alright, thanks TR. If anything else comes up, let us know.”

“Will do.” Her phone disconnects leaving us in silence.

“How many homes have D.O.E hit so far?” I ask.

“Last time Ari talked to Kyra this morning they’d taken down twenty-five of his homes,” Many answers. “Still no sign of him.”

Sitting back in my chair I let out a deep breath. “We knew he wouldn’t be in any of those homes. I’m not shocked. I still say we continue the attacks.”

“I agree,” Angel says.

“Same,” Beast and Maksim says at the same time.

“I agree, but I think we need to do more,” Zel says. “He’s not feeling the pressure yet.”

“We’re killing off his kids and burning his homes. What more can we do?” Hawk asks.

Yes, we are taking out his children, but he still doesn’t know that. He has no idea the army he created is being slowly dissolved.

"A man like Corbyn isn't easily rattled," I say as I stroke my chin. “We need to hit him where it hurts the most.”

“How do we do that?” Many asks.

“We hit his pockets,” Beast says.

“Ummm, Kyra and I are good, but it would take months and a lot of time to take down a global industry like Corbyn Inc.”

Don’t get me wrong Kyra and the computer whizzes at D.O.E are fucking talented, but taking down a corporation like Corbyn’s would take time. It would take us all working around the clock to bring it down and we didn’t have that kind of time. Corbyn would have so many safety features in place that he’d be alerted as soon as we started digging.

“I’m not talking about his legal business.”

My brows pinch as I stare at Beast. “What are you talking about?"

“Little brother is right,” Maksim says, placing his elbows down on the table in front of him. “Everyone in the Royal Crown has two types of income. The legal and the illegal. The type of money it requires to make moves in the RC requires way more than your average salary could maintain.

“Corbyn, like every other member, has another source of income. Corbyn is an arm’s dealer. If you wanted to hit his pockets, that’s the way to go.”

“Aright, so how do we do that?” Hawk asks.

“Adam,” Maksim says. “We all had jobs for Corbyn outside of being his personal bodyguards and hitmen. I was the one that collected the money and debts from the members of the Royal Crown. But Adam was in charge of the money from the weapons.”

“So, if we want the money, we go after Adam,” Zel replies.

“At the end of each week, the money is all brought to a single location and counted before being shipped overseas to Corbyn’soffshore accounts. I don’t know the exact locations, but I do know he uses churches to count and hide his money.”

“We need to find those churches,” Many says turning to me.

I pull up google on my laptop and search the number of churches in NYC. “There are 6000 churches in NYC alone.”

“Narrow the search down to catholic churches,” Maksim says with a shrug. “He’s catholic.”

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