“Your father.”
Chapter 21 - Kristopher
“He owns it?” I snap in disgust, trying to keep my voice down because I’m in my home office and I don’t want to disturb Georgie.
“Yes, sir. He owns it. He runs it. And Ali Koskos is investing in the whole thing so that the two of them can grow it into something bigger.”
“The fucking auction.The trade events. My fatherrunsthem?”
“Yes, sir.”
I can’t believe it. I barely tolerated those events taking place in my city, and many of my allies felt the same way. It’s a disgusting business. Dirty ways to make money or provide entertainment.
Trading humans as though they were possessions and taking a cut of each item auctioned.
To find out that my father is the one running them, and now plans to make them bigger, is a shock. I knew the man lacked morals, but this is the lowest low.
“Is that what they plan to use the warehouses for? In my old territories.”
“Yes, sir,” Leonard nods. He gestures towards my laptop, sitting in front of me on the desk. “Did you get the images?”
The spies inside my old warehouses took a ton of photographs, which they presented at the meeting last night. I haven’t had a chance to look at them and was waiting for the update from Leonard before I bothered.
“Not yet.”
“It’s all there. Images of them setting up the stage, the lighting, and the bar. Even photos of your father and Ali talking to that rat. The auctioneer. That guy gives me the creeps.” Leonard shudders.
“He is scum of the earth,” I mutter, rubbing my hand over my jaw. This news is shocking. And it surprises me that my father’s actions still have the ability to shock me. I should expect the worst of him by now.
One of my security guards knocks on the office door. “Mr. Ilyin, you have guests,” he informs me.
“Who?” I blurt out. I wasn’t expecting anyone. “I don’t want to be disturbed now.”
“Emmanuil, and three other men.”
“Emmanuil?” I stammer. “Why in the world is he here?”
“They are waiting downstairs in the living room.”
My stomach churns. Is my sister okay? Standing up, I hurry downstairs to see him, but my shock triples when I see him standing there with my allies.
Emmanuil, Nestor, Benedikt, and Ardalion turn to face me.
“Hi,” Emmanuil smiles. “So, what can we do to help?”
“Help? With what?” I stammer.
“This issue with your father. I don’t know why you didn’t call before, but we’re all here. Your full alliance. And we can settle this once and for all.”
I knit my brows, looking at each of them in confusion.
“How did you know?”
“I take it she didn’t tell you?” Emmanuil chuckles.
“Tell me what? Who?”
“Georgie…or Jess.” He cocks his head to the side.
