“What?”
Ethan hadn’t seen her picture, since the media had been blackballed from posting it, but he’d absolutely read over the cases.
“They called herThe Scorpionbecause she would get information from the cops, and then she would pass that information off to her husband, Hugo. She’d sting them in the back and betray them.”
Oh, that was bad.
Greyson was going red.
“I’m going to take care of her,” he stated. “I’m going to burn her so good she can’t walk into a room without knowing everyone is aware of who she is.”
Gene touched his arm.
“Breathe, big man. We have something on Gabe now. He’s allowing a woman, who falsified autopsy results to work for law enforcement. If he gets caught, he’s losing his job. Congress will collectively shit its pants. There’s no doubt in my mind he knows who she is. He’s using her to do exactly what she used to do.”
Ethan agreed.
“Let’s hold onto this until we need it. Now that we know who she is, we can prepare for it. If Gabe gets cunty, we can drop this bomb on him, and get him to back off.”
Greyson was seeing red.
“You’re right,” he said. “I’ve never hit a woman before, but she might be the first.”
Gene patted him on the back.
“Let’s do this the best way so we can show Gabe what it means to be under someone’s thumb. Because I’ll absolutely drop this to the media to make him cry.”
Greyson calmed down.
“Okay, I think I can be calm.”
They hoped so, because they finally had a way to protect themselves, and they absolutely would. That Gabe was playing dirty games…
Well, fuck around and find out.
At some point, they’d blow him out of the water, because now, they were also playing chess.
And there were three of them.
When Gene’s phone chimed, it was Corbin, and he was asking a question.
‘Are we grabbing dinner? Or have the plans changed? Let me know—C.’
Ethan rattled off a text, telling him they would be heading back soon.
“We’ve got to go,” Ethan said. “We have plans forDark Spiritstonight, and the Crotch Goblin is texting,” he stated.
They wanted to make sure Greyson was calm, and that he wouldn’t do anything that might blow up in his face.
Or their faces.
“Maybe you should come with us,” Gene admitted.
The man laughed.
“No, I’m good. Really, but if we’re ever going after Gabe, I need to know when because I’m going after Sasha at the same time. I’m going to make sure she feels this to her bones. She’s mine to handle. You can deal with Gabe on this one.”
Oh, and Gene would.
