“She’s not doing charity. She’s stirring shit. Maverick, that bastard—so clever he outsmarted himself. He can’t even produce a single piece of evidence Brittany used him like a gun.”

“She’ll pay for what she’s done.”

Brittany had treated me like a toy in her hand. From the start, she’d calculated everything. She kept hopping right on my land mines like she was sure I couldn’t touch her.

But no plan is perfect. People can scheme ...