Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,191

cut off from Saint then I really had no fucking idea of how I was going to get to his father.

I had a backup plan of course. If I really couldn't take Troy down any other way then I had a pistol and a bullet with his name on it just waiting for the excuse for me to pull the trigger. The only reason that I hadn't gone for that course of action as of yet was because I didn’t actually want to end up gunned down for assassinating the Governor of State. Or I guessed I could spend the rest of my years rotting in prison as an alternative and I didn’t much like the sound of that either. Because as much as I was willing to sacrifice to take my revenge on him for what he had done to my brother and mom, I knew that it would have broken their hearts to know that my life had been stolen by him too. And I refused to offer him that satisfaction even in death until it was the only option left available to me.

The song that was currently playing was only on softly, the relaxing tones of Rêverie by Claude Debussy filling the open space in the former church and making a shiver dance down my spine as I slipped across the flagstones and onto the carpet.

The dining table where Saint had left his laptop was directly beneath the balcony which held his bedroom and my heart was pounding as I made my way over to it, hearing Saint's voice coming from the space above.

"What are you doing?" he asked as I moved to stand before the table and gently eased the laptop open.

"I need this Saint," Tatum replied in a low voice. "And I know you do, too. Why are you denying both of us?"

There was a span of silence where I wondered what the fuck she was doing to have rendered him speechless and I quickly pulled up the text she'd sent me with Saint's ridiculously complicated password on it and began typing it out.

"Please, Saint," Tatum said. "It doesn't have to be anything that pushes the boundaries of the rules. Just take control of me. Bend me to your will."

What the actual fuck was going on up there? I almost moved away from the laptop to investigate it, but I knew I couldn't fuck this up. This was our shot. Our one chance to get hold of whatever the hell was on here and see if it could help me in any way at all.

"I need a few moments to think on it. Kneel there until I make up my mind," Saint commanded and I swear I wanted to be a fly on the wall up there so damn much that it was making my skin itch.

The laptop came on and I flinched at the dull sound it made, but after holding my breath for a few seconds it became clear that Saint hadn't heard anything over the music and his attention was still on Tatum.

I quickly opened up the file marked MAF and started clicking through the countless documents within it as I tried to figure out why he had copies of his father's bank accounts while ignoring the amount of zeros on the total figures because they just pissed me the fuck off.

After several minutes of flicking back and forth between documents and cross referencing bank account numbers alongside transactions that Saint had highlighted, I began to figure out that the money going out marked as ‘charitable donations’ were in fact more often than not being paid to people like judges, the police chief, other members of the government and even prominent businessmen and women from the city. Which meant that this was a documented record of all of the bribes Troy had been paying to keep himself in his cushy position of Governor of State. I doubted it was actually enough for a conviction though. But maybe a juicy newspaper article could be leaked to the press to damage his reputation if I was careful about it.

The next file I clicked on only made my frown deepen though as I found a record of Saint's own finances including his investment portfolio. My mouth actually fell open when I saw the summary of the value of his assets. Somehow, through countless investments and buying and selling of stocks and shares, Saint had managed to accumulate more wealth in his own name than his