Page 174 of Reckless

Sin studies him for a long moment, his forearms resting on the table. “My terms?” He gives a slow nod. “You resign.”

Calloway blinks. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me.” A humorless laugh escapes him.

“That’s not your decision to make.”

“No,” Sin agrees easily. “It’s yours.” He nods toward my laptop. “Or theirs.”

Calloway follows the gesture, his attention settling on the distribution list waiting beneath my finger before drifting back to Sin.

“They’ll take your seat eventually. They’ll strip your committees, your reputation, and every piece of political capital you’ve spent twenty years building.” Sin’s voice never changes. “I’m giving you the chance to leave before they do it for you.” Silence stretches across the table. “You resign your Senate seat, you withdraw from every committee, you cooperate fully with every investigation that follows.”

I slide another folder across the table.

Calloway opens it reluctantly, his eyes moving over the first page before stopping altogether. “What is this?”

“Restitution.”

His gaze lifts to mine. “For who?”

“For the people you buried.” I tap the figures printed across the page. “Every dollar that disappeared through your shell companies gets redirected into Unsilenced.”

His brow furrows like he is confused. “The nonprofit I’ve been trying to shut down?”

“The same one.” I hold his gaze.

“You spent three years trying to choke it to death. Cut its funding, tie it up in investigations, make families believe the help they were promised wasn’t coming.”

Images flash through my head before I can stop them.

Sage sitting at her kitchen table surrounded by paperwork she’d spent months fighting to protect.

The panic in her voice when she called me from the parking lot.

The look on her face when she genuinely believed she’d failed every family depending on her.

She carried that weight because of him.

Now he gets to carry the bill.

“You’ll rebuild every program your office gutted,” I continue, my voice staying level. “Every outreach service. Every emergency placement. Every counseling program. Every dollar your committee siphoned away comes back.” I tap the funding schedule once. “Unsilenced administers every cent.”

Calloway studies the paperwork for another long moment. “That’s hundreds of millions of dollars.”

“It is.” I don’t look away. “And it still won’t buy back what those families lost.”

He closes the folder slowly before turning toward Slate. “I guess Montana wants something in all this too?”

Slate has been sitting back in his chair the whole time, one arm hooked over the backrest, saying very little.

Now he leans forward, dragging a hand through his beard before resting both forearms on the table. “So now you remember us?”

Calloway’s brow furrows.

Slate nods once. “Figured as much.”

“So, this is revenge?” Calloway asks quietly.