Page 139 of Shattered Veil

Monaco.

Las Vegas.

Atlantic City.

Macau, China.

Connecticut.

Gambling.

Or the Swiss account is closed because he’s broke.

“And he’s trying to get a fake passport to leave the country.”

Nerves snake down my spine. Snow is disappearing again. And he’s taking Ella. Fucking carrying my children!

I thank the Lord every day she was on that flight. Even with this pain gutting my insides, I wouldn’t give up the chance to have her in my life.

“He’s also wanted in Australia now. Under the Snow name,” Camryn says. “He never paid the rent on the house he and his daughter were living in. World Trade Bank had been including a housing stipend in his paychecks, but he kept all the money.”

“I assume that’s why he stayed behind in Australia and sent Ella to New York alone.” I look up at Eoghan. “I want Snow’s debts settled.Today. I will not have anyone come after Ella.”

“Done.” He crooks two fingers to Camryn to sort through the payees.

And then I’m going to kill Snow myself.

Riordan rushes into my office, yelling, “Jesus, fuck.”

I stand up. “What now?”

“I just got a text from Michael Brennan.” With shaking hands, he shows me a photo that makes my stomach revolt.

Ella is lying on a table wearing nothing but bra and panties. Pools of blood cover her skin and there are widegashes on random spots on her body.

The attached text says:

Taken care of, just the way you asked. I’ll need extra money this month for pulling this one off. You’re welcome.

“Why does my informant have your girlfriend? And why is he sayingI asked for this?” Riordan’s eyes swim with anger, his voice sharp as a blade.

“You mean, my fiancée,” I utter the way I heard my brothers saying ‘my wife’ with such visceral, primal steeliness in their voices.

“What’s going on, Balor?”

“Someone is sending fucking texts from all of us to Brennan and...” I can’t even say Petra’s name. “Others. Shane is looking into it.”

I grab the phone and stare at the picture, willing away the urge to vomit. I search the photo, my brain scanning for clues around her. But I can’t tear my eyes away from these massive gashes on her shoulder, her thigh, her hip... I freeze and look at her foot.

Her tattoos. The tats she got to cover his scars.

He’s carving them off!

“Shane!” I yell.

“What?” he answers loudly from the other room. “I’m looking for Snow!”

My eyes glance at this horrific photo. Sent from MB1 as Riordan has him saved.