Page 97 of Consequences

Griffin’s Beach

Brock

The two nights later, Brock sits in a small room without any windows or cameras. The nerves begin to take over, and he’s beginning to worry about Beckett. It’s been a week now since he last saw him, and he kicks himself for not asking Tony while they were in the infirmary about him.

Tony walks into the room with Lily behind him, a worried look on her face. “But he’s okay?” she asks.

“Yeah, he’s back in his cell. I have no idea what happened, but I found him unconscious in solitary,” Tony says, answering Brock’s unspoken question.

“Is he sick?”

The head shake makes Brock tense. “Bill?” he asks.

“Probably. How’s it going, Hankinson?”

She shoots him a look, and if Brock didn’t know they’ve seen each other naked already, he’d know by that look alone. “Tony. I’m fine. You?”

“Oh, you know, living the dream. Tongue fucking cranky nurses to get justice served.”

Snorting, Brock takes the laptop Lily hands him and connects it to her cell phone’s hotspot.

“I don’t even want to know,” Lily says.

“I didn’t, either, trust me,” Brock says and clicks around, opening everything he needs.

“How’d you arrange this?” she asks Tony.

He smirks when Brock glances up. “You don’t want to know.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Well, I don’t exactly have a hot little number with curves like yours to go home to. I gotta offer up my services to those who actually appreciate them.”

He clearly doesn’t care that Brock knows anymore, but he chooses not to engage. Instead, he focuses on the screen in front of him.

“Explain this to me,” Tony says. “What the fuck did you do, and what are you doing now?”

Lily looks nervous across the desk from them, and he understands. At this point, it’s not just his life at stake. If Brock fucks this up, it puts her in the crosshairs as his lawyer, not to mention her family. Ramsey will no doubt go after the club if he’s caught.

“Where’s your poker face, Lil?” Brock asks, hoping to reduce some of the tension. It’s throwing him off his game a bit.

“It went out the window when the judicial system I could always fall back on disappeared. I don’t know what else to do if this doesn’t work, Brock.”

No, it’s not nervousness that has Lily fidgeting like she is. It’s fear. Seeing it written on her face freaks him out as much as it would if he saw fear on Lex’s face. They’re two of the toughest people he knows, and it really drives the point home that failure is not an option here. Not if he hopes to ever see his family again.

“Did Summer say anything?”

“No, she just got the information you wrote down to her dad, and then what you sent the other day. Talk to us, Brock. What’s the plan? What are you doing?”

Sighing, he looks up at them. The one thing he dislikes is having to explain something technical to non-technical people. And this outs him a bit.

“About a decade ago, I created the program I had Sebastian buy and implement to track money movement within his company. I sold it for some extra cash. The other day, I duplicated it to create a phishing link I’m going to send that looks identical. Because it was implemented weeks ago, it’s less likely Ramsey will see it as suspicious.”

Tony leans over and looks at his screen. “Wait, so you can do shit like this that actually makes you money? Like, legit money?”

“If I didn’t like to see action every once in a while, I could’ve probably built an empire. Or been flagged by the FBI. If I’m not already.”

“Might’ve been safer,” Lily says. “And what does this link do?”

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