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“He’ll be here in just a second. I passed him on my way in.” He had been making fruit smoothies for the girls to take with them. The guy was whipped, and he loved it.

We waited for the sound of the garage door closing before we continued our discussion, which also gave Jules enough time to join us.

“Well?” Milo clasped his hands between his knees.

Now I was going to be the bad guy. “I searched the records Clownface handed over, and he has nothing on the girls he auctioned who weren’t part of his operation. All the girls on the edge of Infinity are missing, as if he never had a hand in their abuse.” I gritted my teeth. Fuck, I wished I’d had the chance to fuck him up in a permanent way.

The news that his plane crashed before it left the country would have to be enough. And it wasbecauseI knew it was no plane crash. Old Mr. Bradley jumped on the phone with his buddies, activating the call tree as soon as we’d left. He wasn’t a dumbass, and he’d known exactly where those pictures had come from. No, someone made it to Clownface before he got on the plane, and the crash was to cover up his murder. Milo’s dad had confirmed it.

“Fuck, man. I didn’t want to have to do it, but I’m going to have to call on my fucking father. Again.” Milo gripped the arms of the chair, the fabric bunched beneath his fingers.

Your dad will give you the answer we’re looking for, I’m sure of it.Jules leaned against the doorway.

“Yeah, and how do you know that?” Milo scoffed.

Because he loves you in his own twisted way. But more than that, he enjoys watching you fuck up the organization. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’d been pushing you toward this the whole time.

Damn, that hadn’t even crossed my mind. “I hate to say it, Milo, but he has a point.” Marsten was far too accommodating for a man so tightly woven with Infinity.

Milo wasn’t surprised, so this must have been in the back of his mind for some time. “Yeah, I know. All right, let’s get this over with. We have about seven hours if it’s going to happen. Otherwise, we’ll have to wait for another opportunity.” He pulled out his phone and called the current burner number he had for Marsten, putting it on speakerphone. Seven hours would cut it close. The girls were safe at the spa. Security kept a discreet distance, but they were secure. Any long trips, and one of us was always with them.

He picked up on the third ring. “Ah, son. What a pleasant surprise.”

“Dad.” That one word was clipped, frosty.

“I’d say it was nice to hear from you, but it’s never a good sign these days when you call this number. What do you want, Milo?” This was why we thought he was a psychopath. He knew Milo hated him and only called because we wanted something on the less than legal side, and Marsten was all jolly and shit. Like we had just made his fucking day.

“I want the name of the man who bought Elise’s virginity.”

“Ah, I wondered when you would get around to asking for that,” Marsten said knowingly.

“So you knew Chao didn’t have those records?”

“Oh, he had them, he just didn’t give them to you. They went up in flames with his server. It was one thing to compromise his own operation, but he was trying to limit the men he pissed off. I’d say a good twenty percent of Infinity frequented his establishment, but closer to fifty participated in the auctioning service.” His voice was so emotionless, it was like he was talking about the weather.

Meanwhile, I was trying to keep my head from exploding. Jules faced the wall, raising his fist.

I caught it, and pulled him back.No, man. Elise will know something is up if you bust a hole in the wall,I signed.

He dropped his head back and fisted his hands at his side. After a few deep breaths, he calmed down, at least enough so he could listen to the rest of the conversation.

“Butsomeonehas those records,” Milo drawled. Infinity kept meticulous records over everything, taking care to hold them in secure places to avoid situations like this. But Marsten was in the elite. In fact, he was the only elite with any power left.

“I do, and I have what you want. I’ll even give it to you happily, but I expect you and your ready-made family over for dinner this Sunday.” Marsten laughed.

“Not going to happen. But I’ll take that name.” Damn, the coldness in Milo’s voice gave me chills.

“James Holiday. His current residence is in Aspen. I suppose you want to use my plane, too?”

“Actually, I have my own now that Vita has merged with Kensington.”

Marsten chuckled and something clinked on the other end like he was pouring a drink. “Fine, fine. Go pay James a visit. His place is next door to Emmett’s family vacation home, you can’t miss it. I never liked that bastard’s father anyway.”

Hot damn. We got him.

Jules

Twenty-two minutes was all it took to fly from Denver to Aspen. After the merger, Milo—who was already filthy rich—was now richer than God. He’d immediately bought a small jet for our family. Said we needed to be comfortable for all the vacations we wanted to take.

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