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The only reason it hadn’t been found was that she’d used the majority of the box to store old clothes. The drive had been placed in a box containing her mother’s jewelry.

The detailed information and photographs were quite the ammunition and Sara’s father had been a smart man to keep everything. Sadly, he’d never gotten to use what he’d found and kept as a bargaining chip.

Now, I would.

Only my way.

“Let’s do this. I have a trip to LA to plan,” I told them as I unfastened my seatbelt. Fortunately, Boris had been found in his favorite restaurant. Walker had made a few inquiries and learned a great deal about the man. The savage Russian was nothing if not territorial and enjoyed a certain location every Wednesday. St. Louis was a lovely city.

We’d made certain to stop by and visit the reporter who’d run the article from weeks before. He knew better than to try to pen anything about us again. In fact, the poor man had quit on the spot.

Sadly, Brant’s father had been taken into custody for his Ponzi scheme. At least his sister had been found unharmed. Mack was another story. He would soon be facing a grand jury, but I doubted he would get out of prison. In fact, I was fairly certain he’d never make it to trial alive.

I wouldn’t have the joy of gutting him, but I’d become convinced allowing brutal men behind prison walls to handle my business wasn’t a bad idea. I did have a beautiful woman and a fabulous job to think about.

I grinned as I stepped out onto the sidewalk, buttoning my jacket. I had a few pictures folded and placed in my jacket. They’d be used as a teaser and nothing more.

The three of us walked toward the restaurant’s entrance. Walker and his team exited the SUVs, moving with us. They would remain outside just like two of Boris’ men were doing. They had no idea who we were as we hadn’t called for an appointment.

Surprise.

We headed inside, easily finding the huge man perched at what we’d been told was his usual table. The three of us flanked his side. I sat down with my brothers remaining standing.

“Who the fuck are you?” Boris snorted.

When two of his men acted as if they were going to pull weapons on us, I simply nodded toward the front windows. “I wouldn’t do that unless you want to start a war and I assure you, you’ll lose.”

After glancing, he nodded to his men who tried to act relaxed.

“What do you want?” he barked.

“I’m a busy man so I’m going to make this very simple for you. You’re going to leave Sara Capshaw and her brother alone.” I waited as he tried to pretend he didn’t know who I was talking about.

“Not my problem,” he huffed.

When he dared attempt to return to cutting his steak, my actions were quick and I grabbed another steak knife from the table, driving the blade into his hand.

He didn’t howl like so many others would, but his hand was pinned to the table. I gave his two men a hard glare. Daring them.

“We’re going to try this again.” I pulled out the photographs showing some information, including names, a few of the pictures, and a single page of financials. “See, this is how we’re going to play it. If you so much as come near her or her brother, then not only will I be forced to kill you and every member of your organization, this information and much, much morewill be released to federal prosecutors, the FBI, and the CIA. In addition, if you come after the Blackwell brothers or our company and employees, I assure you that my brothers and I will enjoy spending time with you and your family. We certainly have methods of torture that would make even a big man such as yourself cry. And if by chance you don’t think we have it in us, then just check our name over the internet.”

I offered him time to rebut, but he was smart and remained quiet.

“If you do search for us, I think you’ll quickly discover we have murder in our blood. I’m certain the name Cain DeMarco will answer a few questions. Our father was a brutal man. More so than the likes of you. Now, do we have a deal?”

He said nothing at first, but his eyes gave full admittance he knew the name of our father.

“Fine. But if you release that list, the deal is off.” Boris was panting, even sweating from the pain.

“I’ll accept that. Now, have a nice day. Enjoy your steak.”

I wasn’t the kind of man to wait around, but I did take my time leaving the restaurant. It felt good to have a man like Boris pissing in his pants.

Once outside, Xander burst into laughter. “Who knew our fucked-up father was good for something.”

I headed to the car, wondering if the man was rolling over in his grave. “Yeah, who knew.”

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