“Illegal gambling.”
Another.
“Human trafficking.”
His knees almost buckle.
“And you know the really bad news?”
“What?”
I lean down.
Smile.
“You fucked with their timeline. And now the Vor knows why.”
The blood drains from his face.
“No.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“He doesn't know.”
“He does. See, I had a nice chat with his son. And Arben wasn’t too happy with what I told him about you.”
I shouldn’t be grinning now—this man is good as dead—but I am.
Because he put his fucking hands on my woman, and he deserves what’s coming.
“No, no, I don’t believe you!”
“Arben knows you delayed projects, but he couldn’t prove it before. Now he can.”
I tilt my head.
“He knows you got greedy.”
“He knows you embarrassed yourself over a woman who publicly refused you—as is every woman’s right, you piece of shit!”
And then I deliver the kill shot.
“But his dad you need to be afraid of. The Vor is pissed. Jonas.”
He actually stumbles.
Like physically falters.
Because for the first time in his spoiled little life?
He realizes money won't save him.
Congressman uncle won't save him.
Town council won't save him.
Nothing will.