Courtney’s POV
"All of you! Get out! Except from Frysto Seal!" I barked at my men as I stomped into the summit room, where they were huddled around a table. Quick as lightning, everyone jumped up and scurried out of the room. Not a single soul dared to glance my way or say a word. They are the Python Team, and they already knew they needed to complete the task I gave them earlier while the entire Elite units will stay here for a new task.
I dashed to the main desk, plopping down in my chair with a huff. As I opened my laptop and tapped into the security system, my face must have looked like thunder.
Davis, one of my trusty men, sauntered over and put down the glass and bottle of champagne before me. I took it from him and drained the entire bottle in one gulp. With a heavy sigh, I set the empty glass back on the desk.
My eyes stayed glued to the screen, absorbing all the data flooding in without missing a beat.
After having a conversation with Carter twenty minutes ago, I received important news from Julian about the true connection between Easton Moore, Blaine Harrison, and Chris Salvatore. Turned out Easton Moore, Blaine Harrison, and Chris Salvatore are working together. They aren’t just dabbling in drugs and human trafficking; they're also playing a dangerous game of supporting terrorists in the United Vical. Aside from that, they were also responsible for two other crimes. One involves the abduction and tragic death of Senator Liam Cole’s daughter and the horrifying gang rape that went down two years back at Chris Salvatore’s Arsi Bar. And here I am, glued to my screen, analyzing every little detail.
After a moment, one of my men, Brent, barged in with a paper bag in his right hand. He halted in front of my table. "Here's the evidence we found inside the VIP Room where Easton Moore stayed that night."
He took it out and placed it on the table next to my laptop. It contained one piece of cosh and a knife with a Fibonacci symbol engraved on it.
I didn't respond and waited for him to continue. "We got the two men. They've been working for Blaine Harrison for six years.”
"Bring them in. Now."
My men brought them in. As usual, they have bruises and cuts on their bodies, as well as swollen eyes. They are wearing black suits and black shoes.
They stand before me in silence. There's no emotion displayed on their faces; they don't know how shocked they should be to see the person sitting in the big leather armchair in front of them. But even without words, they knew me for sure.
My men started checking out their bodies with a quick inspection, not wanting to waste time.
"Confirmed, Boss," Julian said as he watched the other men reveal the things they found. "They have cosh in their belts and a knife in their socks. The same symbol with that evidence."
I took a deep breath after hearing those words. They brought it to my table, and I carefully examined it, and it was all the same.
I didn't say a word for a moment and just kept my eyes on the evidence. Now, everything was slowly being pieced together in my head.
I heaved a deep sigh and mumbled, "Three motherfucker assholes are linked together through ties involving both criminal groups. This is going to be so fun." I grinned evilly.
"I think it's your time, Boss," Julian stated. I stared at him frigidly, and then Davis quickly poured me another glass of champagne, which I downed in one shot.
"I have another plan," I continued after emptying the bottle. "Search every inch of the city. I need the names of those involved organization while the Phyton Team is working on these hawks."
"Copy that, Boss." Julian bowed his head slowly and continued, "Don't worry; we've got this covered."
"Good. You're going to get me those names tomorrow evening," I stated, turning my head to look at them and gesturing for them to come forward. The whole group did as told and walked toward my desk. "This is getting out of control. I don't want these three pieces of shit running free while the people they've harmed still suffer from their presence. Don't let evidence of their crime go unturned. Are you all able to do that?"
All of them nodded. Their determination could be seen by the way they hold themselves.
I was about to dismiss them when the door opened abruptly, revealing Carter. He was heavily panting as he approached me. “Boss,” he began, “You need to hear it. I’ve got news about Adeleine.”
My gaze sharpened, but I waited for him to say the next words.
“Chris Salvatore took her to his mansion. Blaine sold her in exchange for a million dollars."
I felt my blood drained at what I heard. I was about to take a sip to conceal my emotion but stopped myself from doing so when he continued, "And we’ve confirmed it. Adeleine is not a traitor. She's a victim.”
"They hurt her?" I asked, controlling my anger.
Carter nodded. “Bruised, but alive. They want to auction her off to the highest bidder. Sick bastards. As of now, she's in Chris' mansion."
“Son of a bitch.” My fingers tightened around the crystal glass, and my anger started brewing again.
I tried to suppress it but couldn’t help myself anymore. "Fuck it!" I barked furiously and slammed my fist down onto my desk, causing everything on top of it to shake.
My sudden outburst took them aback, but they didn’t say anything. They exchanged glances. Obviously, they could sense the storm brewing, but they never thought that news would be the reason for my anger. I stood up and turned around; they were now facing my back. I don’t know why, but vengeance and protectiveness are warring within me now.
How could I care about a woman who had no place in this brutal world? There's no reason for me to be affected by the news.
Yet, I did. Deep down…
I cared.
Worried. Confused. Angry. Three emotions swirling inside me now, causing both of my hands to automatically move up to my hair, massaging my scalp and pulling hard in a vain effort to calm myself.
After a few moments of struggling against whatever was happening inside me, I removed my black coat with just one hand, leaving only the red long-sleeve polo. I threw it away and then took the gun from my holster.
"All of you! Prepare!" I ordered as I walked in the middle of the room.
"What's the plan, Boss?" Carter asked.
I tossed him a cold stare. "We'll pay them a visit. Teach them a lesson. Especially Blaine."
My men exchanged glances, silent vows etched in their expressions until they nodded. Without another word, they sprang into action, the room buzzing with urgency.
I couldn’t help but whisper, with my heart burning with rage.
"You fucked me over, Blaine. Now you have my fucking attention."
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EXCEPTION
DragosteI've always been a good girl but forlorn- abused and controlled by my husband and neglected by my parents. But the second I walked into the stranger's house, I saw hope that I had never thought would lead me into temptation. There, I met Courtney Si...
