Page 182 of Broken Brothers

“And who do you think is going to crush Virtual Realty? You think I’m gonna let them rise?!? I’d rather burn a billion dollars than ever see Chance rise up!”

Holy shit. Morgan recorded all of this.

He recorded all of this and gave it to Layla.

He really is on my side now…

“Dad…”

“Don’t fucking ‘Dad’ me, Morgan Hunt!” Edwin bellowed. “I’ll make it clear one more time. You see him again, and I will make sure you never get a job for as long as you live. You’ll have to live off the grid like one of those goddamn hippies in Oregon, you got me?”

“Yes sir,” Morgan said, coughing.

The recording then sounded with Morgan leaving… but it did not end there. Had Morgan chose to leave the device in there?

“Goddamnit,” Edwin muttered, talking to himself. “Fucking prick Chance… need to get him out of here.”

He then grumbled to himself some about Andrew being in a pain in the ass for not taking his deal, suspecting that I had played a part in preventing him from getting the deal. Oh, how right he was—and how little he knew how much I had in my hands right now to destroy him.

“Chance ain’t ever gonna fuckin’ leave if I don’t get rid of him for good.”

Jesus. I was right.

“What the hell can I do… See if Mace can make it look gangsta… put a quick bullet in…”

That’s it.

Intent to murder.

“Make it… goddamnit, Morgan! What the hell do you want now?”

“So-sorry Dad, I just needed to grab something here,” he said. “To help me prepare for the meeting with Green Retail.”

“Well, shit, don’t be so goddamn forgetful next time you fucking shit!”

I looked over to see Layla texting on her phone at that moment, but I was too surprised and stunned at everything.

“Yes, yes sir,” Morgan said before the recording ended.

What I had just heard went well beyond unethical behavior. It went well beyond questionable morals. It went well beyond the typical Edwin behavior.

It went straight to the illegal. It was all the evidence I needed not just for the Wall Street Journal, but for the police. It was what I needed to take Edwin down.

And I had… Morgan and Layla to thank?

Promise me you’ll love me no matter what happens.

Promise me you’ll believe me no matter what happens.

Holy shit.

As if on cue, my phone buzzed. I knew who it was even before I took a look.

“Come to Hunt Industries,” Morgan wrote. “I’ve gotten everything taken care of.”

You had it all set up this whole time, didn’t you, I thought, unable to hide a wide grin on my face.

“Go,” Layla said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “You got some work to take care of.”