Page 31 of Ruin My Life
I chew the inside of my cheek, eyes flicking over the clinic’s contact info, the grocery delivery service.
A few more keystrokes and I could phish out more records.
Medical files. Prescriptions. Names.
This is exactly the kind of thing my employerwants.
But whoever lives there? They’re not part of this.
Even if Damon’s done something to deserve it—even if he’s just another corrupt name on a long list of powerful men who don’t get held accountable—
The person in that house didn’t sign up for this war.
Still… what if I don’t hand it over?
What if this is the piece that makes or breaks the deal?
What if holding back means I lose my only shot at finding the bastards who murdered my family?
What if I never get another chance like this?
I hover the cursor over the file. Nail pressed to the mouse.
Just one click. That’s all it would take.
I don’t owe Damon King a thing. Whatever mess he’s caught in, he created it—maybe this is just karma finally catching up.
But it’s nottheirkarma.
I exhale sharply through my nose and drag the cursor across the screen.
The file drops into the recycle bin, and I shred it into oblivion with two quick clicks.
No recovery. No backups.
Gone.
Just like that.
I sit there for a moment, staring at the empty space it used to occupy.
I might be a monster now. A ghost in the wires. A shadow trailing the worst of the worst.
Maybe I am half as bad as the men I’m hunting.
Maybe even half as bad as Damon King.
But I’m not without morals. Not yet.
They haven’t been stolen from me.
Not completely.
I encrypt the remaining contents of Damon’s files—everything useful excluding Rhode Island—and prep the package for delivery.
My laptop purrs as it powers down.
No one should be able to hack into my system. Not unless they’re me. But I’d be stupid not to assume someone might try.
