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"Can't wait to put it in my bedroom," the man said, drawing another round of laughter from the group.
As he retreated into the throng of bidders, his gaze fell upon a familiar face—a police officer who had been utterly useless when Chloe went missing. They had always suspected the officer was being purposefully unhelpful. Now, Blake was almost certain.
The cop locked eyes with him before quickly looking away, confirming Blake's suspicions of corruption within the force.
"Nash," he muttered into his earpiece, maintaining a neutral expression. "Over by the exit. Blue suit. It’s Officer Shitstain."
"Copy that," Nash replied, his voice tight with restrained fury.
Nash's nod made it clear they were on the same page. They had their evidence, but now they needed an escape plan—and fast. The girls' lives depended on it.
“Time to go,” said Damian. “North wall, under the clock.”
Blake turned to go, but his eyes tracked Alderman Anderson through the crowd, watching as he slipped away toward a secluded corner. Heart pounding, adrenaline surging, he found himself following.
He couldn’t ignore this opportunity.
"Where are you going, man?" Nash asked into the earpiece, his voice low and dangerous.
"Abort plan. Let’s follow him," Jax said, bringing up the rear.
Blake took a deep breath, steeling himself for the confrontation. The alderman looked up from his phone, surprise flickering across his face. “Can I help you?” he asked. “Are you interested in a vase tonight, sir?”
"Cut the bullshit," Blake growled, stepping forward and shoving the damning video evidence in Anderson's face. "We know about the trafficking ring. Release the girls and expose everyone involved, or we'll make sure you never see the light of day again."
Anderson eyed the footage disdainfully, a sneer twisting his lips. "I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“We have proof. Tons of it.”
“You think this video is enough to take me down?" He laughed mockingly, clearly underestimating the tenacity of the brothers. "You've got nothing."
"Think again, asshole," Jax interjected, holding up a flash drive. "We've got everything we need right here—names, accounts, transactions. You're finished."
The alderman paled slightly at that.
Nash grabbed Blake’s shoulder, pulling him back. “What are you doing? You’re jeopardizing everything.”
“I want this fucker to know how sick he is,” said Blake. “I can’t leave tonight without letting him know it’s all over.”
Blake could see the panic flicker in Alderman Anderson's eyes before he hid it behind a mask of arrogance. “You’re a nobody,” said the alderman with a strained laugh. “A nobody who has just hit the self-destruct button.” He lifted a hand, about to call over security no doubt, but Blake stepped closer, towering over the man with a cold fury that made Anderson flinch.
"Listen carefully," Blake said, his voice low and menacing. "You will release those girls this fucking instant. Or I swear to god, I'll make you wish you were never born."
"Ha! You're bluffing," Anderson spat, his bravado returning. "You've got no idea who you're dealing with." He laughed again, cruel and self-important.
The laughter echoing in Blake's ears was the breaking point. He clenched his fist, muscles tensing, and swung with all his might, landing a solid punch across Anderson's smug face. His fist moved hard and fast, and the clunk it made as it connected with flesh and bone was disconcerting. He watched a spray of blood fly out of the alderman’s mouth, and then the asshole hit the floor, unconscious.
But Blake didn’t stop there. He couldn’t. He grabbed an antique vase from a plinth nearby and smashed it hard against the man’s head. It shattered around him, a mess of blood and broken china.
"Shit," Blake muttered, shaking his hand and staring down at the man. He hadn't meant to lose control like that, but the bastard had pushed him too far. The sudden realization of the potential consequences hit him hard. If he'd killed Anderson, there would be hell to pay.
“You fucking idiot,” Nash hissed at him.
"Blake, we need to get out of here, now," Jax urged, snapping him back to reality. He was right; they couldn't afford to stick around.
Immediately, an alarm began to sound and security ran toward them.
Jax quickly pulled out his phone, tapping away at the screen as they hurried through the dimly lit corridors. Moments later, the lights in the building flickered before plunging the entire gala into darkness.
