Page 179 of Pucking Them

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When my phone vibrates again, my pulse spikes.

Does Garcia have a name?

This is it.

I take a breath, before I glance down.

One name.

SILAS ANDERSON

I stareat it for a long moment.

Rage bubbles through me.

I should have known.

When I made that deal with Silas, he made threats that I thought were empty at the time. Eden and Garcia’s work on the files would land Silas in jail for fraud.

I believed that our deal was the safest thing for Noah.

Yet I always intended to destroy Silas. He deserves to be sent to jail for everything that he’s done.

Yet it must be done in a way that doesn’t lead back to me because Noah must be protected. I promised him and I always protect subs.

This is why Garcia has been working on feeding information to a contact that he has in the FBI.

Even I don’t know everything about Garcia’s past.

It looks like it’s time to feed them everything now.

At the end of this season, Anderson will be fucked, and it will look like it’s coming from an FBI investigation.

My expression becomes grim.

My vision is swimming, but I manage to type the two words that will bury Anderson:

DO IT

“What are you doing?”Olivia demands.

I’d forgotten about her. “Nothing.”

“I said, sit down.” She pushes on my shoulders, shoving me back into the chair.

Shocked, I try to resist her, but my muscles are twitching and won’t obey me.

My thoughts are racing. Lightheaded, my mind is hazy.

The fear is blinding.

I organize my life in order to have control. Losing it like this is my worst nightmare.

“Please…” The word is past my dry lips before I can take it back.

Olivia perches on the table. She is far too close.

Uncomfortable, bile rises up my throat.

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