Page 70 of The Billionaire's Secret
Silence, then Sinner doubles over in laughter. "And you made fun of me for doing the same?" He chuckles, then laughs louder.
Weston holds out a hand.
Arpad glowers, "Don’t have a check book, nor a pen…"
"You don’t need either." Weston pulls out his phone from his pocket, swipes the screen, then hands it over to Arpad. "Key in your password, ol'chap."
Arpad punches in his numbers.
"Jesus F’ing Christ. I can’t believe this shit." I stalk over to the opposite side of the ring. "That’s it, I am outta here."
"Hold on, Saint," Arpad smirks.
"Don't leave us hanging now," Sinner chortles.
"Can’t believe you’re being such a pussy," Weston's voice stops me. "I mean, if you’re afraid of the woman..."
I turn.
Weston raises his hands, "If you’re in love or some shit, you can tell us."
I scowl, "Back the fuck up."
"Enlighten us then?" Weston grins.
"You remember when Sin here decided to fake a marriage with Summer?"
Sinclair scowls, "That was to lure her father out into the open."
I motion with my hand.
"The father who had a connection to the Mafia..." Weston rubs the back of his neck. "After whose death… Sinclair realized his true feelings."
"He married Summer, they lived happily after." Arpad drawls, as he removes his boxing gloves. "The fucking end."
"And blah-fucking-blah, yes; but what about the Mafia?" I undo the Velcro strip on one boxing glove, and take it off, then the other.
"We’re tracking them down." Weston leans forward, "The only clue we have is the name Adam Rhodes offered before he died."
"Which we aren’t sure is a lead or the mumblings of a man doped out on painkillers." Arpad rocks back on his heels.
"He was on his deathbed, so one would think there was some significance to what he said," Sinclair muses, stroking his chin.
"He mentioned a Byron and a Capo," Damian glances around the group.
I grunt, "Then, Sinclair and I got messages from an anonymous source who knew our phone numbers, and quoted Byron. There's something else."
Sinclair stiffens. Weston drums his fingers on his chest.
"I received a USB with a video. It was dropped off in an unsigned envelope to my office."
All of them turn to me.
"When?" Weston scowls.
"Right after Sterling's wedding." I rub the back of my neck.
"Why didn’t you tell us about this before?" Sinner growls.
