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I go back into the dining room which has become Fuck Frank Fallon HQ. Maps are spread over the dining table, pots of coffee are scattered around, and everyone is busy. My whole family is doing what they can for me. For us.
Nathan glances over. “You good buddy?”
I nod, running my hands through my hair. “I’m good. What do we know?”
King grimaces, holding up her phone. “She left this in the cab because he told her to. He also told her to wipe all the messages from him, but I got them back. They were stored in the Cloud.”
I don’t ask questions. Now is not the time to tell him I have no fucking clue what the Cloud is and zero interest in finding out. “And?”
“And…” His throat works as he swallows.
“What is it, King?” I snap.
“He’s blackmailing her. Says he has something on you that he’s willing to go to the cops with. The kind of thing that could see you doing life behind bars.”
“What?” Mason and I say at the same time.
Nathan takes the phone from King’s hand and quickly scans the texts. “Fuck, Mad,” he mutters.
“What? What did he say, Nathan?” I’m spiraling here. Not because Frank Fallon might know I murdered someone, but because Ellie put herself in danger for me.
“What the hell is he talking about, Maddox?” Mason asks.
I open and close my mouth.
“Now’s not the time for this discussion,” Nathan snaps. Then he turns to me, “I doubt he has anything. Sent her a photo of a trashed hotel room, but it’s notthehotel room.”
“Ellie wouldn’t know that though.” I drop my head into my hands.
“No. Probably lying out of his ass,” Nathan assures me. “But he does have Milton’s name.”
“Who the fuck is Milton?” Mason asks, bewildered.
Elijah’s face turns gray. “Milton Travers?”
I look up at him and nod. Fuck it, now they all know. But I don’t give a shit. I just want my girl back. I expect my oldest brother to tear me a new one, call me a selfish stupid prick. But he doesn’t. He wraps me in his arms and kisses the top of my head. “We’ll get her back, I promise.”
“Someone want to fill me in here?” Mason asks.
Drake comes off his call and joins us before I can answer. His normally neat and tidy hair is in tufts and his tie is loose, which in Drake world is chaos. “Yeah, fill me in, too.”
“You don’t have to do this now, Mad,” Nathan tells me.
They’re all watching me. My four brothers. King. Even my dad. It’s him who speaks. “Milton Travers was one of the menwho raped Yasmin.” I’m shocked he remembers the guy. I know that Elijah did, but he has a knack for names like that.
Mason’s expression changes. He’s just pieced everything together. He edges closer to me until he’s standing by my side, shoulder to shoulder. Drake didn’t hear part of the conversation, and he’s staring at me now. “Why are we talking about that piece of shit? Did he have something to do with Ellie going missing?”
I shake my head. “No chance. He’s dead. And somehow Frank Fallon knows I killed him.”
“Jesus, fuck. Does he have any actual evidence?” Drake asks, his lawyer instincts kicking in.
“I don’t see how he can. Lorenzo Moretti cleaned everything up, and I don’t see how he would have left any stone unturned in that regard,” Nathan answers.
None of them seem particularly shocked or disgusted by my revelation, but maybe it’s the adrenaline, or the fact that we now know for sure that Ellie is in trouble. They quickly deal with it. “So, how the hell does he know?” Mason asks.
“I did tell one other person,” I admit, wincing. “But he would never have betrayed me.”
Nathan pinches the bridge of his nose. “You told Yasmin’s dad, didn’t you?”
