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But that didn’t stop me from turning it on.

As soon as the laptop powered up, it asked for a password. I didn’t have a password, nor did I have a clue what it could be. That should’ve been my sign to just let it go.

It wasn’t.

I was tired of being utterly bored and determined to find something to keep me busy while Garrett was gone. So, I started putting in possible passwords. I started with simple things like mypassword and password123; then I tried his name and his birthday. None of them worked, and I was about to give up when I spotted a picture of Princess, his beloved Rottweiler, on the corner of his desk.

I thought she looked a bit scary, but he was crazy about that dog.

I typed in her name, and just like that, my day took a turn.

And the week ahead would become anything but boring.

CHAPTER17

Wrath

“Iunderstand your qualms with the Demarco brothers. I have them, too, and like you, I’m working diligently to make sure they are held accountable for their actions.”

“We have more than just a qualm with them,” Cotton argued. “Their guy hunted down Wrath and, in the process, killed all those people in Leland.”

“Yes, and he hunted him in hopes of getting to me. And they will pay for their actions.”

“You’re damn right. We’re going to make sure of it.”

I got that Bruton was a powerful, dangerous businessman who’d worked with many other powerful, dangerous men, but I wanted nothing more than to put my fist down his throat when he said, “We can do this one of two ways. You can go after them on your own, as can I, or we can advance with our partnership as planned and do it together.”

“And if we work together?”

“We will pool resources and more than likely put an end to this whole thing sooner than later.” Bruton crossed his arms, and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was about to say something I wasn’t going to like. “Personally, I hope you boys go with the latter, and I hope you decide to do so soon.”

“We’ll talk it over.”

“While you’re talking things over, it’s time for you boys to decide if we are moving forward with our partnership. The thirty days are up.” He scoffed before adding, “They’ve been up.”

“Well, we’ve been a little distracted,” Savage grumbled.

“That we have,” Cotton interjected. “But we will get your answer to you by the end of the week.”

“I can give you the extra time, but I’m going to need something from you.”

“And what is that?”

“My buyers have been waiting patiently for their shipment, and it is time that they received it.”

“What does that have to do with us?” Savage snapped.

“He wants us to make the delivery.” I looked over to Savage, and he didn’t seem pleased with the idea. I was tired of sitting around waiting for the Demarco’s return, so I offered, “I can do it.”

Cotton turned and looked at me like I’d lost my fucking mind. “Come again?”

“I’ll do it.” Cotton’s expression didn’t change, so I added, “I’m not trying to overstep, Prez, but it’s gotta be done. We need the time, and he needs the delivery.”

Cotton thought for a moment, then turned to Bruton and asked, “Where’s the load going?”

“Forks... It’s about two hours from here. I can have the buyers there and waiting whenever you’re ready.”

“Fine. We’ll take care of it, but if there is even the slightest hitch, we’re done.All ties to you will be severed.”

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