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His face paled when he saw it.

“This will only take a few minutes of your time; I promise you want to hear everything we need to say,” I said, crossing my arms against my chest.

“We are only asking a few things from you,” Ro said, leaning forward. “If the Jule calls about Valencia, I expect you to say they have their facts wrong or make up something that makes this go away.”

“So, you’re the hockey guys she’s dating?” His eyes glittered with triumph. “Pretty stupid?—”

“Nope, you don’t get to speak,” I said, crowding him so he was backed up against the wall.

“Remember these girls?” Ro took out a few pictures of women. “You have a lot of pictures and videos that I’m sure weretaken without their consent. There are also bribes you gave to officers and my favorite, tax evasion.”

The more Ro talked, the paler he grew.

“How… how…”

“That doesn’t matter, does it,” I growled, pushing my forearm against his throat. “This is how it’s going to go. You will follow everything we say or else my friend at the station will get a copy of everything we have. His wife also works for the IRS so it will be easy to hand over these things to her too.”

“I also have copies of your offshore accounts that have a lot of money in them,” Ro said, pulling out more paperwork.

How the hell he had managed to print all this out was beyond me, but I was glad he had it with him.

“Ok… ok… what do you want?” he panicked.

“Leave Valencia alone and if you see her or run into her, you betterrunin the opposite direction because I will release everything incriminating we have on you,” I growled.

“You need to retract your statement or whatever you gave the magazine and my father,” Ro smiled manically. “If you go to the police about this, I already have a failsafe that will send the documents to the people we just talked about and if any article runs on her, I’ll be releasing them too.”

“I know the editor, I will p-personally make sure it doesn’t run,” he stammered, his tough facade crumbling.

“And that asshole pressing charges on her better disappear too,” Ro snarled. “I heard he is a friend of yours.”

He nodded looking between us. “He wasn’t supposed to touch her, just scare?—”

“I don’t give a shit. Do you understand everything we just said?” I pushed my forearm a little harder into his neck, he nodded immediately.

“We will be watching you very closely,” Ro said, pushing the folder in his hands. “Keep that just in case you need to be reminded of what could happen if you mess up.”

We stepped back, giving him room to breathe.

“How do I know you won’t release this anyway,” he said, desperately trying to sound confident as he fixed his tie.

“You won’t, and don’t make me come back here, you won’t like what happens,” I said, making a last-minute decision.

I pulled back my arm punching him in the face. A sickening crack made me smile even though my hand hurt.

“What the fuck?” he howled.

“That's for fucking touching her at the club,” I clipped.

“We better not see you there anymore either,” Ro said, turning and walking out of the house.

“Make sure you do the right thing. I'd hate for you to do something stupid because I have no problem taking the fall and taking you down with me.” I leaned forward. “So, stay the fuck away from her and get on the phone now and do what needs to be done.”

He nodded frantically as I glared at him.

I walked out of the house seeing Ro waiting for me by the car. He reached for me and kissed me, not caring who saw. I was tired of hiding what we had. We hopped in the car and headed to one more stop before we went to our game. I felt lighter as we drove away and when Ro took my hand and held it, I felt hopeful that everything would be ok. This was just the beginning for us.

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