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I quickly snap photos of every page. I speak lowly to the others. “I’ve found some good stuff in this drawer.”

“Us, too,” Frost responds back. “Shit that makes no sense.” He curses, reading the file he’s holding.

“Holy shit!” Trikk whispers loudly. “There’s one here on Bambi.”

“Shh,” I warn. “Just take pictures. I'm aware of that one, though I haven’t been able to go through it. Every page, Trikk.”

I hear his phone camera clicking as he makes sounds of surprise. “There are pictures, too. She's just a kid in these!”

I nod once, glancing over when Razor, Synn, and Ghost joins us. “Nothing in the walls or floors?” They shake their heads. “Alright, help us with these files.”

They get right to work, and I turn back to my own. I look up as Razor curses. “Files on all our families! The fuck is this shit?” His camera clicks repeatedly, as well.

Finished, I look around, noticing all the boys finishing up the desk. “I take it you found nothing further in the files?” I level a glare at Synn, Razor, and Ghost.

“Nope, nothing,” Synn confirms.

“Everyone about finished? We're pushing it on time.”

“Yes,” echoes back from them all. I move towards the door, putting an ear to it to listen. I don’t hear anything, so I crack it open, peering out. Seeing nothing, I motion to the boys.

“Hurry, we need to get out of here, and separate. Wait a half hour, then come over to my room. Clear?”

Not needing to hear their answers, I scurry out, going back to my room. I need to call Jax. This could potentially change everything.

Chapter 24

Purge

A loud dingjolts me out of the nap I must have taken while waiting. I hurriedly click into my email, pleased to see a response from the person from the trafficking auction.

I scan the contents, frowning. How the hell am I going to pull this off?

I received your inquiry.

If you’re truly interested as you claim, you’ll agree to meet with someone from my organization at a neutral place of our choice.

You'll have to prove you are who you say you are, as well as proof of having the required monetary amounts.

If you can’t do this, contact ceases immediately.

Fucking fuck. There's no way I can do that. I gave them a fake name. Thinking; an idea sprouts. Maybe someone else can pose as me? I grab my phone, clicking on Harris’s name.

Me: I need your help. I heard from the Dark Web contact, and they need to verify. Can you help?

Harris: I have people I can call, yes. I'll make the call, and head over to talk to you.

If we can pull this off, it may be the ammo needed against our fathers. We might actually be able to bring them to their fucking knees.

Phoenyxx

I'm hiding in corners, following The Six around the grounds. Well, five of them, specifically. Minus Synn.

They’re huddled together, discussing something serious from the looks of it.

My lips thin tightly as that stupid friend of Destiny’s, Betsey something, rushes over to the guys. I can see tears rolling down her face. The guys listen, and Trikk pulls her into a one-armed hug.

I bet she told them about Destiny, but I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. She touched them. She is toast.