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“Is anyone else being dragged to some gala dinner?”

This piques my interest, as I figured the gala would be only for people involved in this Gods bullshit. Turning my attention back to Jimmie, I listen as he whines about having to go.

“I will be there. Mrs Myers is helping organise it. Plus, I’m curious to meet Marlow’s mother—she sounds fun,” I quip.

Sinclair snorts, but Kai bites. “There is nothing about that woman that is fun. She is a predator of the worst kind. One wrong look from her will make you want to kill yourself.” He shivers at the thought of her—she must be a real piece of work.

My leg is tapping insistently under the table. The anticipation of finally finding out where Trace is has me feeling nauseous, and I need to check in on where Brennan is heading.

“I need to pee.” Standing, I move to squeeze down the bench past Jimmie.

Speed walking all the way to the bathroom, I lock myself in a stall and pull out my phone, bringing up the tracking app. The one thing they had in the box was a QR Code—for real-time tracking—and I watch as the blinking light moves along a highway. Wherever he is going seems to be in the middle of nowhere. Interesting.

Now I just need a car. I need to see where this is with my own eyes. Surely one of the guys will lend me theirs.

Making my way towards form before I am tardy enough for a late slip, I hear a hushed argument with familiar voices. Instead of rounding the corner, I flatten myself against the wall and listen.

“There is no damn choice, and you know it. I’m her handler and you will have to get over it.”

“Well, you better make sure she is ready. We only have a few months before the next trials and Mr Z thinks this is all some test for her—both having to find Trace and realising who we are.”

“So, they have told her nothing?”

“Nothing, and it’s fucking killing us not saying anything. If we mess this up, he will take her from us again.”

“No,” Kai says, raising his voice. The intensity and power behind that one word intrigues me. “Get your team together tonight and I will bring everyone else, including Trace. We need to find out why she is that important to Mr Z and what he isn’t telling us.”

“This better not backfire. I can’t lose her again.” Case’s voice is a low growl. “Also, how the hell are you going to bring Trace out?”

“I happen to know Mr Z is indisposed until just before the gala. So leave it to me.”

“What are you not telling us?” Case snaps at Kai.

“We can’t talk about it here. I will send you the meeting location tonight. Be ready to leave.”

Well, that saves me time finding a car. I will just follow them tonight and confront them all. I’m over being kept in the dark.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Trace

A meet up involving everyone might be risky, but it’s time our brothers knew the truth. All these lies and half-truths are not helping anyone. They think this was all Mr Z’s idea, and of course, he would want everyone to believe that.

Brennan, Kai, Creed, Chester, and I had a plan, albeit not a great one. It was all going as we had arranged until Mr Z found the location of Zircon—or Jolie, as she is now known. Damn facial recognition. Thankfully, Brennan convinced him he should wait until she finished high school to bring her back in, as her presence would cause a stir with the boys. I guess his impatience got the better of him; regardless, Brennan was ordered to bring her to the Myers sooner than we had planned.

“How do you think they will take the news?” Chester asks.

“My brother will probably lose it, and I am prepared for that, but it’s time we were all on the same page. Mr Z needs to go. This whole organisation could be so much better in the right hands.”

“Even in different hands, it will still be corrupt,” Chester remarks.

“You’re implying that we have a moral compass. I don’t give a shit what our jobs entail—I just don’t want our girl to be a damn pin cushion.”

I snort. “That’s rich, calling herour girl,Kai. She doesn’t remember any of you.”

“That may be true, but she is going to be super pissed. We also need to consider giving her back her memories...”

“And how do you propose we do that, Brennan? That shit is locked up tighter than a nun’s cunt, and only Mr Z can authorise such a thing,” Creed snarks.

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