Mason's face softened. “That's not good..”
“She was terrified,” Rhett admitted. “She kept talking about how she'd look in an orange prison uniform.”
Cole rubbed his forehead. “That definitely sounds like Harper.”
Jace's expression became serious again. “Listen to me. We need to handle this before anybody outside this room finds out. Hide the body. Burn it, bury it, whatever the f**k needs to be done. I don't give a damn how ugly it gets. But nothing leaves this club. No word gets out that Harper was anywhere near that man. You know how to clean up a mess and you didn't even have to call us.””
Rhett nodded. “Of course. I know I can fix the mess.” His voice dropped. “But do you know who's blackmailing me?”
Mason looked up. “Who?”
Rhett took a breath. “Vivienne.”
Nobody spoke and Cole'
