She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 43

Keen’s eyes narrowed, a predatory glint flickering as he pinned Kenny with a hard stare. “What the hell did you guys do?”

He suspected Brett had gotten careless, maybe messed around with the wrong person and ended up falling into a trap—now their cover was blown.

Ever since that incident years ago, they’d all kept a low profile, Brett especially. The guy wore his scars like neon signs, so he’d toned down his womanizing ways, sticking to just one steady girl for years. There was no way he’d be reckless enough to put himself out there like that.

But under Keen’s gaze, Kenny felt his scalp prickle. He stammered out what little he knew.

“Brett… he was hooking up with some rich guy’s mistress. Got caught. Maybe the guy had cameras in the place—I’m not sure. But the video’s everywhere now, in all our circles. We can’t keep a lid on it.”

He was only guessing; he and Brett barely spoke unless trouble brewed.

Worse, the videos were posted from Brett’s own Instagram. Which meant someone else had his phone.

Brett couldn’t be stupid enough to post evidence of his own affair online for the world to see—could he?

Suddenly Keen’s composure cracked.

This was bad. Real bad.

Brett worked one of his clubs, and hadn’t been out partying in ages. Keen had just seen him a few days ago, but now—nothing for two days. He barked for his men.

“Where’s Brett? Find him. Now. Bring him here.”

The underling looked panicked, voice shaky. “He said he was buying a gift for his girl a couple days ago… but I haven’t seen him since.”

Rage flared in Keen—he kicked the guy, hard. “Do I pay you to just stand around? Get everyone on it. Find him. Move!”

He snatched up his phone, dialing Brett’s number.

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