Down to My Soul (Soul Series Book 2)(100)

Malcolm’s beady eyes stretch momentarily when they settle on me before swinging back to Drex.

“You idiot.” His frown just gets heavier and his complexion ruddier with his anger. “If you’ve f*cked this up—”

“No, you f*cked up, Malcolm.” I struggle to keep my voice even now that I’m faced with this manipulative bastard, responsible, at least indirectly for Kai’s exhaustion and hospitalization. For the last three months she’s been threatened and tortured and trying to fix this on her own.

“You f*cked up when you interfered in my relationship with Kai,” I continue. “When you convinced her to leave me. When you tricked her into a shitty contract. When you pushed her past her limits. When you had the audacity to threaten my girl with a sex tape recorded without her consent.”

I draw a deep breath, reaching for the calming effects that never come.

“Oh, you’ve f*cked up badly, Malcolm.”

The shock of seeing me fades the longer he stands there, leaving nothing but the monster I always knew lurked just below his too-polished, fleshy veneer.

“You should be very careful with me, Gray.” He laughs, sitting on one of the couches and pulling out a cigar to gnaw on. “I have Kai locked into a contract for the next two years. There’s only plusses here for me. If I release that tape, my client will be even more popular. How many celebrities have been propelled from obscurity to infamy with a good sex tape? The guys are already eating her up. Imagine how hungry they’ll be for her once they jerk off to that video a few times. I see nothing but possibility here.”

He looks up at me, his smile cruel and lascivious.

“And Kai’s sex tape is a good one. I’ve watched it over and over and over. Professional curiosity and due diligence, of course.” He levels his stare at me, smile growing wider with every venom-tipped word. “Nothing to do with the fact that my client has an excellent set of tits, if you like them small. But that ass of hers makes up for—”

Before the next words leave his mouth, I’ve jetted across the short distance separating us, everything civilized falling away from me at the prospect of crushing his windpipe. I slam into a wall of flesh and bone, Gep blocking my access to this belly-crawling reptile.

“Rhys.” Gep’s huge hands shove me back by my shoulders. “He’s pushing buttons. Don’t let him get to you.”

“Oh, is that your babysitter?” Malcolm asks. “Good thing he’s here to keep you from doing something more stupid than you’ve already done.”

I need to cut this short before I commit a real crime. Neither of these bastards is worth me spending even a day behind bars away from Kai. I take the seat across from him and lean forward to rest my elbows on my knees.

“I’m so many steps ahead of you, Malcom.” My eyes don’t stray from his. His smile slips almost imperceptibly, but I detect it because now I’m in tune to this bastard’s every nuance.

“You’re afraid to ask what I mean, but you should already know.” I lift both brows, my mouth a straight blade on my face, flat and sharp. “You have a debt problem.”

The confidence flickers on his face like a candle’s flame, recovering from a gush of wind.

“Matter of fact, you couldn’t even have financed Luke’s tour without some help, and even with it selling out, your head still isn’t above water.”

“You’re crazy.” His voice is weaker, though. Fainter.

“You’re very fiscally vulnerable right now. Digital has wrecked sales. And before Luke and Kai, you had a stable full of B-listers who never earned out. Everything you’ve built is held together by string and a group of investors.” I shrug. “And not exactly the most loyal investors.”

Malclom sits up, back straight, paunch poked forward.

“What have you done?”

“Just made some inquiries.” I borrow some of his previous smugness for my smile. “And maybe some offers.”

My smile evaporates.

“You will hand over to me any and every copy of that tape and you will release Kai from her contract, free and clear.”

“Why should I?” he grits out. “I could launch her even bigger if that tape goes live.”

“Except you’ll have no money to launch.” My face goes as stiff as caulk. “We’ve spoken to every one of your investors over the last few days, and each of them is prepared to withdraw their support from you.”

“Why?” A low growl quivers his fleshy jowls. “Why would they do that?”

“Maybe they got a better offer?” I shrug. “Apparently, they’d rather have a cut in my label than do business with you. For some reason they seem to think I’m a better bet.”

“You wouldn’t do that.” Malcolm frowns, confusion clouding his face. “You’ve always wanted all the creative control. All the control really. That’s the whole point of you starting your own label. You wouldn’t relinquish it before the label even gets off the ground.”

“For her I would,” I say softly. “Try me.”

“How do I know you’re not lying to me?”

“I expected you to want proof.” I give my phone to Marlon because I can’t negotiate with one hand. “Go to my email.”