Page 10 of Fair Trade (New York Monarchs #2)

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It only took me twenty-four hours to process the cold, hard truth.

I fucked up.

Like Luisa suspected, I did have a guy who could look into people. And from the report staring back at me from my laptop screen, she was telling the truth.

My guy is known to bend the law and sometimes search in places that some might consider illegal, but I’ve never claimed to always play by the rules.

She never googled my name. Instead, she searched for “New Monarch team owner” and was directed to the article I had published with no real answers, in order to keep my cover concealed until I was ready to step into the unwanted spotlight.

Her texts with Daisy also confirmed that she didn’t know about Daisy having a brother.

She didn’t know about me at all.

Truth be told, the report is overkill. Because the second she looked me straight in the eyes and told me I was the devil, I knew.

She was telling the truth.

And I fucked up.