Rely on Me - Elizabeth Knox Page 0,21

law. I was hired by Mr. Mathers prior to his death to ensure his assets were handled, as well as other family matters. Now, I understand it’s Miss Mathers’ birthday today and she’s turned twenty-seven.”

“That would be correct.” Hart answers.

“Perfect. I need to speak with Miss Mathers as soon as possible. The information I need to disclose is a lot, and . . . speaking as not only his attorney, but one of his friends . . . her father would have wanted this day to come.”

“Hart, I think you need to wake her.” I mutter, seeing the sincerity in this guy’s eyes. There’s no bullshitting here.

Hart goes off on his own to get her. Meanwhile, I take him downstairs to where we normally have church. We’re gonna need a quiet place to have this discussion. Before I go down the stairs, I holler over to Razz. “Tell Hart we’re in the chapel, alright?”

“You got it.” She hollers back.

Stanley takes a seat on one of the red leather chairs and Blood sits beside him. I decide to stand, seeing I’m here as an eavesdropper. I won’t even pretend differently. I wanna know the juicy shit this conversation is sure to bring up.

Within a few agonizing minutes of silence, Gamble and Hart come down the stairs in their Knights of Retribution cuts. Gamble knew a guy down the road who makes custom patches so she explained the design she wanted. Only, he changed the skull from a male to a female, given that she’s obviously a woman. It looks sick as fuck. Jugs, Peaches, Razz, and Electra were dolls for once in their fuckin’ life and sewed our new cuts up for us. Now our Royal Bastards ones lay on the bar upstairs, and tonight we’re all set to leave this place for good, as Gamble promised Jameson.

“I heard someone summoned me,” Gamble states, her voice sounding as exhausted as she appears in the flesh.

“I am so sorry to intrude on you right now, Miss Mathers, given what you’re going through . . . but I do hope this meeting will bring you a bit of happiness. Now, I’d love to begin with just the two of you here. These meetings are typically for only family.”

Gamble looks to Blood, then back to Stanley. “What?”

Stanley swallows. “If you would prefer the rest of your friends to stay, they’re more then welcome. However, I’ll need your verbal confirmation.”

“They can stay, if she wants them to.” Blood pipes up.

“They’re staying.” Gamble states, looking between the lawyer and Blood.

Stanley sucks in a sharp breath and looks at Gamble. “Two weeks before I finalized this trust for your father, he was approached by a young man who’d found his mother’s journals. In these journals, she stated she had given birth to Dawson Mathers child. She spoke of many things, but ultimately kept the child from him for his safety.”

“Don’t get it twisted, bro. She was a paranoid bitch. Trust me when I say my safety was none of her concern.” Blood corrects him.

“Apologies,” Stanley clears his throat and Gamble takes a seat in her chair. “Your father however didn’t take his word and required a DNA test, which proved that the child wasn’t lying, but was obviously truthful. This child is Blood, your half-brother, who is four years older than you.”

“What? Why wouldn’t he tell me, or my sister about that before he passed?” Gamble stammers, in complete shock.

“I’m afraid I can’t attest to what your father was thinking at the time. I’m sure he would’ve told you eventually. Now, getting back to things. I think it’s important you know your great, great grandfather was the inventor of something we use frequently to this day, a specific type of plastic. I won’t go into the mumbo-jumbo, but you often see it created for totes that people use for storage, or bowls. What your family owns the patent for is a specific type of plastic, but also the things that were created for it. I actually just listed two. Now, your father didn’t use much of his own inheritance, which ends up being good for you both. Now that Gamble is twenty-seven, you can both liquidate whatever you’d like, as well as have the rights of ownership over the lands.”

“Lands?” Gamble mutters.

“Yes. Your grandfather purchased two hundred acres in Kitts Hummock, Delaware back in the nineteen seventies.”

Gamble is completely mind-blown. It’s obvious she doesn’t know what to think, how she’s blown away. It’s not just the brother