Page 95 of Players and Pages
“I hear we have a lesson to teach,” she hummed.
Before I could answer, Griff’s phone was ringing. He answered on a growl.
“Yeah?”
I’d call him out for being rude if he hadn’t put Mathias on speaker, the beta already filling us in.
“Look, we got a hit on her image. Valerie Lockhart. She’s Henry’s sister. They, in fact, share a residence at the moment. Omega. Money. Influencer. It’s going to be hard to pin this one on him.”
“Oh, no problem,” Griff said. Mathias went silent, likely confused why my alpha was just accepting that news.
It wasn’t a setback for us.
“We appreciate the info,” he said with a hasty goodbye tacked on the end. When he hung up, I snorted.
“He definitely knows something is up,” I pointed out. Griff shrugged, not bothered in the least.
“The less he knows, the better. We need the head start.”
“This is a different jurisdiction,” Bea said. “We might need to be careful.”
“It’s only going to get violent if he escalates it. I let him have the first punch and I’m golden,” Griff said. “Gorgeous, maybe you can man the camera for evidence.”
Part of me was shocked he even gave me a job so I just nodded my head in agreement, wondering just how this was about to go.
“If this doesn’t work, I am fully prepared to air out every bit of dirty laundry this asshole and his sister have. Full blown factual campaign that shows the world how shitty they are. Can’t sue me for defamation if it’s all factual. We literally have evidence,” Bea said, laying out her plans. I grinned, loving that these amazing psychos were all on my side.
From a girl with barely any family to this huge group of friends and mates that were willing to go to these lengths to protect me was huge.
Was it weird to get emotional over a confrontation? Maybe. But I didn’t give a single fuck.
Bea pulled up in front of a brownstone, right behind Ash’s car. They were already out, facing off with Henry and the girl we saw in the video.
Right next to each other, it was easy to see the resemblance. Her face was twisted in a scowl and her phone was out.
But so was mine. I hit record, making sure to get their faces in frame as well.
“What the fuck is this about? These douche bags won’t say a word,” Henry thundered at Griff, stepping forward until Griff’s dominance snapped out, stopping him in his tracks. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an alpha use it like that, I hadn’t even realized just how strong Griff’s alpha was.
Fuck, it was hot.
He must have noticed my appreciation in the bond, throwing me a quick smirk over his shoulder.
“I suggest you step back. We are only here to have a simple conversation,” Griff said. His voice was that eerie calm again.
Henry noticed, too. His face was pale and he instinctively put himself in front of his sister. Weird, I didn’t think he cared about anyone but himself.
“I’ve had just about enough of this,” Cy said, his tone tired. “We were kind to you, and you spent every day hating me because you, apparently, think my life is perfect. No one is fucking perfect, Henry. But I’m not going to tolerate this any longer. We found the note your sister slipped in the book, the emails, I’m sure it’s all traced back to both of you. I’ve got a team on it, including the sheriff who found her face in his system. I guess that misdemeanor you tried to sweep under the rug didn’t work as well as you hoped.”
She gasped, eyes darting to me in horror. She knew I was recording. I couldn’t help the grin I shot her over the phone.
“Wait, what?” Henry asked. The confusion was written all over his face.
He had no idea about the note.
“What emails?” he asked. “What note? I’ve been keeping my nose clean. The PR team insisted on it.”
His eyes darted to her and his sister stomped her foot like a little kid, letting out a whine. If she thought using her omega side to get out of this would help, she was wrong. Bea was itching to expose her or fight her. Honestly, my crazy bestie would take, either.
