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to that.”

My stomach grumbles quietly to itself as I head upstairs to change.

Yeah, Apollo. You and me both.

Chapter Thirty

Trinity

I don’t like this place. There’s too much chrome and glass and expensive-looking art on the walls. Gabriel’s executor—a middle-aged woman whose name I already forgot—has a habit of clicking her pen after every statement she makes, like a judge banging her gavel.

“And this is the last one. If you’ll just sign here.” She taps a line on the paperwork, as if I’ve been struck blind and can’t notice the bright yellow post-it arrow stuck to the side of the page. And then clicks her pen.

Click.

I sign. Date. I slide the form over to Reuben. He signs as a witness. Dates.

The lawyer takes the paper back and then stands, going over to a cabinet with a keypad on the side. But not before she runs her gaze over my men.

I don’t know how much she’s figured out about our relationship, but the fact that all four of them accompanied me into the room probably gave her some clues. Then there were the hickeys I wasn’t allowed to cover up with makeup. Four hickeys…four men…

She should know they’re mine. And I swear, if she looks at them like they’re a deep-dish pizza and she’s just come off a fast, I’m gonna—

“Almost done,” Rube says, sliding his hand onto my thigh.

I’m wearing a sunny empire-waist dress. I should feel like a doll, but I don’t. Which is weird, because it definitely felt like Cass was playing dress up with me. He always insists on dressing me and anyone else who doesn’t have enough willpower to turn him down before we leave the house.

My curls are scooped up on top of my head, but a few straggle down around my neck. I’m even wearing a touch of lipstick and a slick of mascara, which is usually all they allow me to wear, makeup-wise. I was also denied underwear, but that’s a battle I lost a long time ago.

Thankfully I managed to get away with a pair of mules and not high heels like Cass almost always insists I wear.

It’s not my problem they’re all at least a foot taller than me.

The lawyer comes back with an envelope.

She’s already handed me the keys to my old house, which is the only thing Gabriel left me in his will. Apparently, he only had a hundred dollars to his name. He didn’t own a car, or any shares or anything. No overseas bank accounts. Nothing.

Just the house which, according to the lawyer, had been transferred into his name less than a year ago by my parents’ estate.

“What’s this?” I ask her.

And for the first time today, despite my barrage of questions, she shrugs. “It was found among his things. It’s marked for your attention only.”

“Maybe it’s the password,” Apollo says.

I don’t have to look around to know his brothers are all glaring at him.

Best way to keep a secret? Don’t tell Apollo.

“Password?” the lawyer repeats.

I wave my hand, and then toss a curl over my shoulder as I stand. “Private joke,” I tell her. Then I stick out my hand, all formal like, and wait for her to shake.

She does, but reluctantly, as if she’s waiting for me to open the envelope.

Don’t hold your breath, lady.

I turn to leave, when Zachary says, “Did he leave a note?”

Freezing, I stare at the door. Only a few more steps, and we’d have been outside. Free.

But not yet.

“Um…yes. But I can’t disclose—”

I turn on my heel, my voice snippy with how desperate I want to be out of here. “I’m next of kin. You can disclose it to me.”

The woman looks at my men, then back at me. “I…have a copy.”

“That’s fine.” I cross my arms, giving my boobs a little perk that doesn’t go unnoticed. When I take the folded paper she hands me, and head for the door, my men follow me without a word.

Outside in the Range Rover, I’m nestled between Zachary and Reuben on the back seat, Cass driving and Apollo sitting shotgun.

Someone lights a joint, but I’m too busy staring at the envelope in my hands to see who it is.

They read Gabriel’s suicide note in the elevator on the way down, handing it silently to each other. Rube wanted to give it to me, but I ignored him.

I don’t want to know what Gabriel said.

Judging from their lack of conversation on the topic for the next five floors until we hit ground level, it wasn’t