Page 5 of Ravaged Soul
Raye hums her disappointment behind me.
“I don’t believe he’ll allow us to rebuild fully without showing his face to retake the family empire. We need to find him, Raye. And eliminate him.”
“What does this have to do with the girl?”
“Warner Mead.”
For several seconds, Raye holds her silence. “Wait… The asshole who works for Sabre?”
Turning around to face her, I prop my tailbone against the windowpane. “Bingo.”
“You know, he’s been tearing apart anything and everything he can get his hands on while searching for this crazy bitch.” She smirks a little as if impressed. “That’s dedication.”
“It’s also his weakness.”
She rattles out a sigh. “Walk me through it. We don’t all live on your intellectual level.”
“We can find the one thing he wants.” I incline my head, urging her to understand. “Now we have a starting point.”
“And that’s good… Why?”
“You said it yourself. He’ll do anything to get his girl back.Anything.”
Her eyes widen as she begins to catch onto my thinking. “Oh, hell.”
“If we can’t find my father… You can surely bet that with Sabre’s help, we will hunt him down and eliminate him. If we get them off our backs in the process and clear my name, that’s a win-win.”
With her mouth open in astonishment, several beats of silence pass.
“Fuck me. You want to strike a deal with Sabre Security?”
“I want to throw them a bone.” I shrug casually. “Then watch them come running when they want another taste of the results only we can offer them. For the right price, of course.”
Her stunned expression is amusing. I don’t know why she’s surprised that I’ve concocted a scheme to save our skins. It’s what I do—plot, plan then fucking attack.
All my life, I’ve operated from the shadows. The darkness became my home long before I could walk or talk. That’s what happens when you’re bred to bolster an illustrious criminal empire.
I’m going to take that empire back.
It’s rightfully fuckingmine.
Raye’s laugh is stunted with surprise. “You’re certifiable.”
“You going soft on me now?”
“Nah. Just hope you know what you’re doing. Those Sabre pricks don’t mess around.”
“They certainly do not.”
Finishing her liquor, Raye rises to her feet. “How are you going to find 768 and free her? I told you, she’s a ghost. Someone powerful is controlling her.”
Grabbing my phone from the cluttered desk, I depress the power button to turn it back on. I’m usually the last to admitit, but sometimes, professional assistance is the price of doing business.
“Blaine?” Raye prompts.
After scrolling through my contacts, a name I’ve only called upon in times of true desperation causes goose pimples to rise on my skin.
The Hunter.
