Page 97 of Sypher

“Sorry, Ace.” I cringed as I heard glass breaking in the background. “It’s the only fucking way.”

“Boy, if I have to call the fucking family and Reaper and get their fucking asses involved, trust me when I say this, they won’t be the only one beating your ass when we find you!”

“Sir, we are about to take off. You need to hang up your phone,” the flight attendant said, getting my attention.

Nodding, I whispered, “I gotta go, Ace.”

“Danny, don’t do this!”

“I love you.”

I barely heard his muffled roar as I disconnected the call, the sound swallowed by the sudden silence as I powered down my phone, the smooth cold plastic giving way with a satisfying crack as I snapped it in two.

There was no turning back now.

After leaving Ryder and Ellie’s, I immediately walked to where a driver, leaning against a sleek black car, waited to whisk me away to the nearest airport. The second I slid into the plush leather seat, the driver smoothly handed me my laptop, and I immediately powered it up.

“Tell me everything you found out,” I firmly said, typing away on my computer as she began.

“Pandora is Jane Craven, the last living Craven sister. She is the legal proprietor of the Trick Pony and the mastermind behind everything. She makes Sienna look like a novice. The woman is uber smart, cunning, and pathologically insane. She is heavily guarded at all times, so getting close to her will not be easy.”

“Who else?”

“Gray Greer. She cultivated and molded him from birth.”

“Malice’s twin?”

“Yes, but make no mistake, the man is deadly. More so than Malice. The man is stealthy and quick. By the time you realize he’s there, you are already dead. So be careful. He is only loyal to her.”

“And the others?”

“You already know everything there is to know about Steele and Dakota. Gotta say, your mind is a scary place. WhenMontana learns the truth, he’s going to fucking blow, big time. You should also know that someone is moving fast to erase everyone’s profiles. Soon, there won’t be anything left for the FEDs to investigate.”

“Who?”

“My guess, Benson Graves, but don’t worry about him. I know how to find that son of a bitch. He won’t ever see daylight again when I get my hands on him.”

Nodding, I muttered, “Go on.”

“Dakota aligned himself with Pandora. Got word last night. It’s confirmed, which will make what you need to do harder, because he knows what you are capable of and what you mean to the underworld.”

Looking at the driver, plausibilities began to form. It was perfect. I didn’t know why I hadn’t thought of it sooner. Of course she would want my connections to the underworld. I never hid the fact that I worked with everyone. This was fucking perfect.

Grinning, I said, “That’s my way in.”

“What do you mean?”

“My connection to the underworld. There is no fucking way she will pass up the opportunity to get what I have in my head.”

Slamming on the brakes, halting the vehicle in the middle of the desolate dark road, the driver turned around to face me and sneered, “You can’t, Sypher. If the underworld even thinks for one fucking second you are compromised, you would be the most hunted man on the fucking planet. There would be no place where you could hide.”

“Not necessarily,” I whispered as my head swam with likely plans and outcomes. The more I worked the problem, only one outcome popped up, time after time. If I wanted the cunt dead, the only way to achieve that was to die myself, which meant when I died, I needed to ensure on the off chance I survived, thatI remembered nothing, and there was only one motherfucker on the planet that could guarantee that happened.

Reaching for my phone, I dialed a number.

“What?”

“I need you to make me forget.”

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