her that it’s because you see how good she is and that you value how much effort she puts in. That’ll make her feel really good.”
“Fuck, I love the way you’re so selfless when it comes to your mom,” he tells me. “But it’s true. Your mom is a fucking force of nature. I’ve never seen someone log as many hours and do such an incredible job. Hell, I don’t think I’ve seen any of our past live-ins actually smile.”
“Spend a little time in Breakers Flats and you’ll understand how she can be so happy scrubbing toilets. Your family has literally given me and my mom the world.”
“Alright,” he says, spanking my ass and making it sting in the best way. He's clearly trying to skip the sentimental crap because he doesn't know how to accept a compliment. “Get that fine ass out of here. I have work to do and if you keep hanging around here, I’m going to end up fucking you on every available surface until your pussy is red raw.”
I bit down on my lip, more than okay by the idea. “Go,” he tells me with a warning.
“Okay,” I laugh, slowly backing away before glancing at the fireplace. “Though, can I light them up first? It’s only the right thing to do.”
His lips lift into a crooked smile and waves a hand toward the fireplace. “Be my guest,” he tells me. “But if you’re going to burn them, can you burn all this other shit too?”
I let out a groan. I should have known it wasn’t going to be that easy. “Yeah, alright,” I say, walking towards the big box of papers and dragging it toward the fireplace. “What is all of this?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Just a bunch of shit that dad was collecting over the years and is now wasting space on my shelves.”
I gape at him. “Did you even check any of this? What if it’s something important?”
“Anything important would have been filed away or at the main offices, not kept here. This is just his personal shit that he never got around to destroying.”
“If you insist,” I say, dropping down in front of the fireplace and pressing the magical little button that turns it on. I’ll never get used to these rich people's fireplaces. Back home you’d have to sit in front of the fireplace for ages trying to get it to light, but these ones are on and warm with the push of a button.
Just as I wanted, the resumes are the first to go up in flames and it feels so damn good. Maryne will not be replaced today. With Mom taking over her position, things can remain as normal as possible.
I lean back and listen as Colton works while I grab handfuls of papers and throw them onto the fire. I do my best to be a nosey bitch and scan over the papers as I go, though to be honest, I don't understand any of it.
I get halfway through when I grab the next pile to go in the fire and a folder with a familiar,unmistakable mark steals my attention.
“The fuck is this?” I murmur under my breath, quiet enough not to steal Colton’s attention away from his phone call. I drop the papers into the fire while keeping the folder on my lap.
The Black Widows mark stares up at me. Why the fuck would Charles have a Black Widows folder?
I tear open the folder in the same breath, desperately needing to know what’s in here. Before I’ve even finished scanning the first fucking page, I’m out the door and racing back to the Ferrari as my blood boils beneath my skin and the rage from earlier comes bounding back twofold.
They fucking know something and this time, I won’t be leaving until I have my answers.
Chapter 25
I bring the Ferrari to a screeching stop outside the Black Widows clubhouse, this time not giving a shit about what happens to the car. If someone wants to fuck around with it, be my guest. I’m not in the mood right now. This is too fucking big. It’s fucking huge and if I find out that Nic and my boys knew about this … fuck. Things will never be the same.
I storm through the compound and slam my way through the big doors. I’ve only ever been in here a handful of times and only ever because I had no fucking choice, and one thing is for sure, I’ve never stepped