Evil ploy

Tom's POV

"That bastard!" I spat as I scaled down the wall with Eve, gritting my teeth in disgust.  

I had watched him stroll with her. As if she were his. As if he had the right to. 

Now it all seemed to be clear. To be so fucking clear. 

"Take her to the spot," Barlow ordered, jumping in right after me. "I'll signal the men."  

After a whole damned argument session with Barlow, he finally agreed to help. But what could possibly be much more valuable to Adam Stone? If we could get him to take back the charges and then say he had come up with the fake proof and lied that we were trafficking then everything would be solved. 

There was nothing the word of a billionaire could not accomplish. But the problem however had been discovering how to make Adam Stone give in. I had snuck into his mother's hou