CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
NEW DEAL
THEO’S POV
My fingers hover over the keyboard, then finally make contact. I scroll down slowly, eyes scanning every word, every headline, every image. There has to be something. Anything. A c***k in the perfect facade.
“He’s clean,” Brian says, peering over my shoulder at my phone’s screen as I swipe through yet another article.
I grunt in frustration.
“You should listen to your friend,” Blaze mutters inside my head, his voice smug and annoyingly calm.
“Shut up,” I snap back, both to him and to the gnawing uncertainty in my gut.
“There has to be something,” I mutter under my breath, jamming my phone back into my pocket.
For days now, I’ve been digging into the Bakers. Well, mostly into Derek. There’s not much out there beyond the usual fluff pieces: pol
