It’s time to start the day.
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Night falls again, heralding the end of another day spent at Romanov Logistics looking through more of Jude’s files.
All to no fucking avail. I found nothing useful. I must have searched through over a hundred folders of company files and found jack shit. All I found was job lists and notes from meetings, which would be great if I were still trying to establish if Jude were part of the Order. Nothing about Aleksei though. I’m starting to think I’m not going to find anything, but I won’t stop until I’ve searched every single fucking file he owns.
Frustration is being a bitch again and there’s only one thing that’s seemed to be able to calm me when I get like this.
One woman.
My little captive with her perfect body and magic she uses to lure me into a dark fantasy.
Thinking of her now has my cock stirring, craving the distraction of last night. It’s a crave I have to stave off for just a little longer.
I have two more folders I want to look through before I head home.
I grab the first one labelled Investor files and open it to find copies of contracts inside. All listed by surname.
It occurs to me that these investors could also be people who would purchase a child so I should look at this.
I scan over the contracts, checking how many investors Jude has but my eyes widen and I stop scrolling when I see a contract labelled Falcione.
What the fuck?
I click on it and instantly become curious as fuck when I see the contract is with Persephone Falcione.
It’s actually a renewal contract created ten years ago and her investment value is worth five-million dollars. Five-million dollars that has already been paid.
This is beyond fucking odd.
How the hell does she know Jude?
And why the fuck would she be investing in Markov Tech?
Holy fuck, does she know Jude belongs to the Order?
Not many people would have known they were responsible for the Syndicate bombing. Most wouldn’t know unless if we told them, or they already knew because they were privy to the plot.
They killed Phillipe. Why would she go through so much to keep the man then invest in Markov Tech?
Quickly I hack into the company business account and try to locate the transactions but I can’t find anything. There’s no record of five-million dollars being deposited anywhere, not even in smaller amounts.
I consider if maybe the money came from an account that’s not listed under her name but instinct makes me hack Jude’s personal bank account.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip when I find it.
I fucking find it.
Persephone Falcione invested in Jude Kuzmin. She gave him five million dollars.
Why?
My office door flies open before I can question myself further and Maksim marches in gun in hand.
“Aiden we have company. Jude Kuzmin is in reception asking if he can meet with you,” he says my temper instantly flashes red.
Fucking hell. The devil is here on my property asking for me.