RUSH (Montgomery Men #1) - C.A. Harms Page 0,76
the screen was the exact thing I needed at this point.
“Tell me you found it.” I didn’t focus on pleasantries, because I had nothing pleasant within me right now. “I’m going out of my mind, Knox, and I need something that’s gonna bring us one step closer to the end of all this hell.”
“He’s buried in a small cemetery less than fifteen miles from the home she lived in with Jase.”
A huge sense of relief washed over me. I’d hoped he was laid to rest and not cremated and disposed of. Knoxville’s findings were one piece of this mess that had turned out like I’d hoped.
“There was never a headstone, or a service for that matter,” he continued. “But after some digging I found his location.”
Nothing about that surprised me. “And the rest of it?” I asked.
“It’s amazing what a group of scorned and fucked-over clients from the Hellmans’ past are willing to do in order to bring them down.” Knoxville chuckled.
“So you’re saying—?”
“I’m saying we just had the twenty-seventh person file charges against the Hellmans for their past illegal activities. And among those twenty-seven, you’ll never guess who they’ve wronged.” Knox paused for dramatic effect.
“Who?” I asked irritably.
“Rance Jordan,” he announced proudly.
“Should I know who the hell that is?”
“No,” he chuckled. I was just about to tell him I wasn’t in the mood for any shit when he went on. “It would seem that Bruce and Jase are about to meet the new district attorney of Miami, Florida. And he has a huge reason to dislike them.”
“They fucked him over,” I said, feeling a little lighter than before.
“Nope, but they fucked over his stepfather and mother. Now Mr. Jordan wants nothing more than to bring them both down for what they cost the two people he loves the most. His stepfather and mother lost everything.”
Finally, we had a fucking break.
“It’s all gonna work out, brother,” he assured me. “The two of them have been living off the hardship of others for far too long. It’s time they pay for everything they’ve done. Their end is coming, Ash, and when it does, I’ll make sure both you and Kinsley have a front-row seat to their hell.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, justice seemed to be on our side.
Soft music graced the air as I exited the elevator, making this the first time in the last week that I hadn’t come home to depressing silence.
I laid my keys on the table near the entryway and walked to the great room in search of Kinsley. I rounded the corner and came to a screeching halt at the sight before me. Long ringlets of pure blond perfection. Seeing it right in front of me was so different than seeing it on a missing-person poster.
She didn’t seem to have heard me come in yet, as she continued to pull books from the box at her feet and place them on a shelf. I just watched her for a few minutes, not saying anything. She appeared much more relaxed than she had lately, almost like herself once again.
“It’s beautiful,” I said, causing her to spin around and face me. “The color,” I clarified, pointing toward her hair. “It’s so much better than I’d imagined.”
She lifted her hand and carefully combed it through her hair, letting it slowly fall through her fingers. “I convinced Kevin to escort my stylist upstairs and made him promise not to tell you or Murray. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“It is.” I walked toward her and stopped within inches of her. Now it was my turn to run my fingers through her hair.
“I’ve thought about what you said,” she said, causing me to focus on her gorgeous eyes. “And I’m tired of hiding. I’m tired of pretending I’m someone else.” Her eyes glossed over as she shrugged. “I just want to be Kinsley; the girl I was before Jase broke her.”
“You’re still her, baby.” I stepped closer and wrapped her in my arms. “You’re beautiful and strong.”
“You make me that way,” she assured me.
“It seems we have that effect on one another.” She had changed me so much without even trying. “It’s because of you that I now know the true love of a woman. I love you so much, Kinsley. All I want is your happiness. And over the last few days, I’ve been so worried about you.”
“I just needed time to cope, I guess,” she confessed. “The letter, the will. It was all a