Bab 87: Your Number

Jason POV:

That stupid old goat. I couldn't get him out of my head. The way he waltzed out of the station with Ella as if the world bent to his will—it made my blood boil.

At the police station, they tried to play it off as a misunderstanding until they realized who I was. That's when they tripped over themselves, stammering apologies and trying to explain. Some of the officers had been bought off by the Prescott family to intimidate Ella. But, conveniently, those officers had already been fired. Fired or not, it wasn't enough for me. I demanded their contacts, determined to make sure they'd never get jobs again. How dare they lay a finger on her.

But that wasn't the end of it. I wanted the Prescotts crushed. I called the King's assistant, ready to unleash the family's power on them, but he beat me to the punch.

"You're too late," the assistant said, his voice clipped and professional. "The Prescott empire has already fallen."