Page 113 of Deadly Obsession

I didn’t even have to torture him, and I almost felt bad for the fucker for what Lenetti did to him, but he felt absolutely no remorse for partnering with my father and putting Lance and Noah through hell.

Matt said Percy was working with a man named Moonlight.

God, I still can’t stand that name.

Percy apparently saw the potential in Chase and put him in charge of human trafficking. It’s how my father had been making money since faking his death all those years ago. He slowly built a customer base in the states along the Gulf of Mexico, but he needed to move his operations to the East Coast.

Chase already had connections with the Lords who funded trafficking operations and supplied buyers. Turns out, Chase was double timing Finn O’Connor and my father. He’d been building a repertoire with powerful people and planned to cut out Finn—which we did for him—and then my father—which I alsodid for him.

Matt said he couldn’t stand Moonlight. He said Chase was cocky and reckless. Especially since he couldn’t keep his mouth shut about wanting to take down the Empire and the QBM to form his own crime syndicate. My father either didn’t care that Chase was aiming for the QBM, or he didn’t believe Chase would succeed with his plan, and let the man continue to run the shipments.

It’s because he was making a shit ton of money. He wasn’t going to kill his cash cow.

Luckily for me, Chase didn’t know Percy was dead so when I used my father’s phone to set up a meeting with the fucker, he didn’t hesitate to accept.

I pull into the South Brooklyn Marine Terminal in the SUV my father had been using and drive to a secluded area with shattered streetlights and an abandoned warehouse full of broken windows.

Where sketchy deals, assaults, and murders happen.

I spot Chase standing near the water’s edge, smoking a cigarette. He’s got two men with him.

“That’s unexpected,” Jax says from the passenger seat. “Thought we captured all his men.”

“Me too.”

Clearly, I’ve underestimated this fucker.

I bring the car to a stop far enough that when I get out, he won’t know it’s me. For once, being a near spitting image of my father is to my advantage.

“Percy, Percy, Percy,” Chase says the moment he spots me walking toward him. “Or should I say, Elias Carter.”

I stop in my tracks and reach for my gun.

“I wouldn’t.”

The two men standing behind him move to the side.

They have Sage.

I nearly collapse to my knees—my heart stopping for a second before it revs up in fear.

My Reine.

My fiancée.

Captured by this asshole.

How?

“Let her go, Moonlight. This won’t end well for you.”

Sage’s hands are tied behind her back, and she’s struggling to break free from the men’s grip on her arms. She’s screaming at them, but there’s a gag in her mouth, so her words are unclear.

“Now, Elias,” Chase goads. “Did you really think you could trick me into thinking you were Percy?

“Worth a shot.” I shrug, attempting to keep my cool and not think about the fact that the woman I love has a gun to her temple.

I lock eyes with Sage and instead of fear staring back at me... I see rage.