Is Brad okay?
Jake:
I don’t fucking care. If he contacts you, Jazzy, ignore him. He cannot be trusted.
Me:
We’ve known him all our lives, Jake. He’s been our friend forever.
Jake:
I’m serious, Jazzy. Do not trust him.
Me:
Okay.
I hate that he has so much distrust for someone we used to hang out with every day. I’ve kept in contact with Brad since leaving school. I honestly have never gotten a bad vibe from him.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Igot a message from the DA at 6:45 this morning, informing me that they were about to make the arrest. The fucker didn’t give me much warning. I rushed out of Jazzy’s house and came straight to the office.
It took two hours to empty every single liquid cash account the Levines had. It didn’t take long for the authorities to realize that the Levines were hiding funds. There’s no trace of the money, and if they do manage to find it, I’ve put it all in an account under Bradley Levine’s name. I have no need for their money, nor do I want this shit tracing back to me.
“What the fuck did you do?” I look up at the angry face of my so-called friend. I was just messaging Jazzy about how he can’t be trusted. And here he is, red-faced and fucking pissed, storming into my office.
“What are you talking about?” My features are schooled with indifference.
“My father, you did this. He wouldn’t commit insider trading. We don’t need money that desperately,” Bradley snarls. “This hasyouwritten all over it, Westmead.”
“Really? Because from what I’ve heard, the evidence they have against your old man is rock solid. Turns out, hewasinvolved in insider trading.” I shrug. “As if that’s the worst thing your family’s been involved in lately.”
“I don’t know how you did this, but I will find out. And you’re going to be fucking sorry when I do,” he growls.
“Is that a threat, Bradley?” I lift a challenging brow. Security enters my office and I hold up a hand, indicating for them to wait.
“It’s a fucking promise. I know how to hit you where it hurts the most, Westmead. Don’t fucking forget that,” he says.
With a wave of my still-raised hand, two security guards take hold of Brad and drag him out of my office. “Nice chat, Brad. Don’t come back here.”
I message Jazzy’s bodyguards.
Me:
Is she still home?
Hunter:
Hasn’t left.
Me:
Good. If this asshole comes around, do not let him get anywhere near her. He just threatened her.
I pull up a picture of Brad and send it through.
Now that Levine’s been arrested, it’s time to enact the second part of my plan. The ruining of Van Baron. Through his obviously unsatisfied wife. Any woman happy in her marriage doesn’t look for dick elsewhere.