Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 1113

With the plan locked in, Aaron pulled RedFox and Blackdog aside and told them to get Lavinia Roberts and Sandra Taylor on board.

RedFox wasted no time. He headed straight to the basement cells and ordered Lavinia and Sandra to play along.

“Since we don’t know where he is, we need to flush him out,” RedFox said, his voice low and cold. “If he doesn’t reach out to you, you reach out to him. I don’t have to spell out what to say, do I?”

Both Lavinia and Sandra looked terrified. They’d already been through so much, and the threat in RedFox’s eyes was enough. They knew better than to argue. Disobedience wasn’t just risky—it was a death sentence. Or worse.

Lavinia rushed to speak first. “I know what to do. I’ll call him.”

RedFox nodded approvingly and signaled to his guy, who handed Lavinia her phone. She snatched it up and immediately called Patton.

On the other end, Patton sounded anxious. “Where are you? Nobody’s found you, right?”

Lavinia let out a little laugh, sounding way too pleased with herself. “You told me to hide, so I found a place no one would ever think of. Don’t bother asking where. I’ll be back soon anyway. Oh, and Sandra already reached out to me. Camila Davis is in her hands now, and she’s getting exactly what she deserves. You have no idea—Sandra’s gone totally off the rails. She even got a bunch of guys to mess with Camila. It’s harsh, but honestly, it feels so good knowing she’s getting payback. If you can’t get hold of Sandra, don’t worry. She’s just enjoying herself a little too much. If I wasn’t worried about blowing my cover, I’d go join in and give that bitch a taste of her own medicine.”

She’d sent even more photos. Some showed Camila surrounded by a pack of old men, their faces blurred but their intentions obvious. The despair on Camila’s face was all too real.

Sandra’s text was practically singing with satisfaction. “Finally, I got my revenge. Everything that old bastard did to me, I got to pay it back. I owe Lavinia so much for this chance. I’ll never forget what she did for me. Tell her thanks from me, and don’t bother contacting me for a while. I’m not finished with Camila yet.”

Even after all that, Patton wasn’t totally convinced. The photos could have been doctored. He ran them through every program he had, looking for any sign they were fake. The results shocked him. The photos were real. There was no sign of editing.