Page 83 of The Billionaire's Assistant

“I’m sorry.”

Ben smiled. “It’s fine.”

I wiped off my hand on the sheets, reached for my phone, and answered it. “What!”

“Jesus. You stay up all night to help a friend, and that’s the reception you get.”

I sat up, and Ben moved off my lap. “You found something?”

“The identity of the fucker Ben’s family is working with.”

“Who is it?”

“Frank.”

Burning hot anger boiled up in me. “That son of a bitch. I’ll kill him.”

Ben’s eyes widened.

“Carter found you dad’s contact. It’s fucking Frank.”

“Oh my God. No wonder they didn’t tell me. I had no idea it was anyone that high up.”

“Take him out.” I ordered Carter.

“Slow down and think carefully about exactly how much carnage you want to have to cover up. I’m sending over photos and the evidence I’ve gathered. We need to come up with a plan to deal with him. If you want to go the more legal route, then we need concrete evidence that will hold up in court. That’s going to likely consist of Ben passing him more information and us catching Frank in the act of taking it.”

I glanced at Ben. He was now up and pacing anxiously. “I don’t want him in any danger.”

“It would all take place in Montgomery’s building. We’d have people watching. It will be the same kind of drop he’s already done on his own. That means very low risk.”

“And if I choose to go to the not so legal route?”

“We’ll have to handle that after the end of the business day.”

“You can manage it though.”

Carter huffed. “I’m insulted you even asked that but think about it. You don’t want bodies stacking up.”

Carter was right. Jesse was as good as dead as soon as he showed his face again, but I could send this guy to jail.

“I don’t want you killing anyone for me,” Ben said.

“If I had my way, I’d kill them all.”

“Miles. No.”

“Let’s talk about how to handle bringing down this asshole,” I said. My eyes were on Ben, but I was speaking to Carter.

“You can always change your mind later on,” Carter said. “It will be a long time before any legal action is settled, and even once it is, we have resources wherever he ends up.”

I knew Carter was right, and I knew that the more time that elapsed between bodies showing up, the less likely anything would be traced back to me. I wasn’t worried about myself. No matter what the DA tried to throw at me, I’d get off, but my relationship with Ben…I didn’t want anything to fuck that up.

“Talk to Ben. Let me know you both decide and we’ll put something in place.”

“I want it done today.”

“We can handle that.”

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