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Fuck, I hoped he was right.

The protest outside our businesses had died down a lot, but there were still some people loitering around.

And there were also pictures taken of Gemma, Emmy, and Ryleigh circulating the internet.

I didn’t know how the fuck they had managed to take the pictures, but the public had seemed to take an interest in the women in our lives. Mostly because these women weren’t a part of the club. Ryleigh was the late Judge Bennett Hudson’s daughter, so there was a lot of interest there, especially since her dad had been the one to sentence Roman when he got “caught” killing Richard Jones, a corrupt cop who had been working for us for three years prior to his death until the bastard decided to grow a conscience and switched sides, wanting to play double agent.

Thankfully, the evidence they had on Roman—the voice recording that Ryleigh had taken—was insubstantial, and Dad got Roman out of prison after only two years.

That was how Roman and Ryleigh met.

But now the interest was on Gemma. Everyone had seen her coming in and out of the club with me, and I fucking hated that there might be a fucking target on her back.

Dad’s phone rang, and he picked up after looking at the screen, putting the call on speaker.

Blue’s voice rang out. “Hey, prez.”

“Did you find it?” Dad asked.

“Yup. And you’re not gonna fucking like this.”

I sat up straighter in my seat. “I found one of the members and followed them,” he said. “To the Port of San Francisco.”

Dad looked up at me.

I narrowed my eyes. We operated most of our international shipments in the Port of San Francisco.

It wasn’t the largest or busiest, but it did its job in hiding the King’s Men’s operation. And now the Savkin Bratva was a part of that?

If shit happened, would the King’s Men bear the brunt of it, considering the Savkin Bratva were operating in anonymity?

After the prison riot, we were at the forefront of the news and, in effect, the public’s mind.

Dad looked at me, and I nodded, pulling out my phone to text Julian Levine, one of the Four Horsemen.

We were going to put a halt to all the business.

This was going to put a fucking dent in our profits, but it was better than going to fucking jail, and much better than going to fucking jail for a crime committed by the Savkin Bratva.

“Keep an eye on them,” Dad said to Blue.

“Got it.”

With that, he hung up, and the room was encased in silence.

“Fucking hell,” Dad muttered.

Julian called me, but I put his call to voicemail. I didn’t have time to explain in detail what was happening right now because my laptop just beeped.

Aleksei Savkin had logged in.

Dad walked behind me, looking down at the computer screen.

The webcam came on, and I watched the man sitting in front of the screen, unaware that I had hacked into his system.

“What the fuck?” Dad said behind me. I felt him push away in surprise, but I didn’t pay him any attention.

I couldn’t.

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