Page 136 of Finding Peace
None of us stands from our chairs to greet him as we meet his eyes calmly.
“Funny,” I say. “We were wondering the same thing.”
Something flickers across his face. A brief crack in confidence. His gaze shifts between the four of us, studying us slowly. His attention finally settles on Jasper’s lethal stare. “I have to admit,” Keller says lightly, “I do admire your persistence.” Jas practically snarls at the calmness in Keller’s voice. “But youboysshould learn when the fight’s over.”
Silence stretches as the receptionist pretends very hard not to listen to what’s happening.
Keller tilts his head slightly before a slow, devious grin spreads across his face. “Tell Abigail I said hello. Oh—” He raises a finger in the air as if he’s just remembered something. “And I hear congratulations are in order, yes?”
My stomach goes cold.
The room suddenly feels smaller.
“Such a precious gift, isn’t it?” He looks over at Lawson, who looks like he’s about two seconds from jumping out of his chair and wrapping his hands around Miles’ throat.
But none of us move.
None of us speaks.
We have to stick to the plan.
Keller watches our reactions carefully. He thinks he’s won—that he holds all the power.
He leans a little closer and whispers, “I do admire the resilience in this family. It’s a shame I have to be the one to destroy it.”
That’s when it happens.
The shift.
All four of us smile.
Keller’s brow furrows, which only makes Lawson grin wider.
Beau leans back in his chair, Jasper finally relaxes, and I stand from my chair and button my suit jacket.
Keller and I stand eye to eye. I place my hand on his shoulder—savoring the shock on his face that someone dares to touch him—and give him a firm squeeze. “I sure do hope you enjoy the rest of your day, Miles.”
And as if it were scripted in a movie, the front door to the building flies open.
Federal agents flood the lobby. “Federal agents!”
The receptionist gasps and puts her hands in the air.
The security guard freezes.
And Keller’s face goes white before my very eyes. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he shouts.
An agent steps forward, his badge raised in the air. “Miles Keller, you are under arrest for conspiracy, racketeering, wire fraud, and witness intimidation.”
Keller’s eyes snap to me, realization of how well and fucked he truly is spreads across his face. “You?”
Beau, Lawson, and Jasper step up beside me. “No, Miles. You didthisto yourself. We just helped the process along a little.”
“You—you don’t have evidence for this.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Oh… you’d be surprised at what we found out. And fromwhom.”
More agents close around him. Cuffs snap around his wrists. “Let’s see how long you last in prison once the Bratva finds out what a liability you are,” I whisper low enough for just him and me to hear. I pull back, expression blank, and without another word, an agent reads him his rights as they lead him toward the front doors.
