Time.”
“But you might also learn something really important,” I say, disbelieving that he was really brought up like that. “How to be humble.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Dakota.” For the first time today, his voice gets that haughty edge to it again. It’s cold and lacking emotion. “You should only be humble to those who deserve it. Once you start acting that way, people see you as weak. A target.”
I swallow. I can tell he believes every single thing that is coming out of his mouth. “What a shitty world you must have grown up in.”
“As compared to yours? When’s the last time you had a decent meal, Dakota?”
Fury surges through me like the crack of a whip. Embarrassment surges in quickly after. I push back from the table and ignore my name on his lips as he yells for me to stop.
Just when I think they might be okay, I’m reminded of why us Wilders have sworn off the Jacobs.
Pompous fucking assholes.
15
“God, you’re a fucking prick, you know that?” It’s Lucas’s sure voice that calls Stone out as I make my way back to the bedroom I was given. Sticking up for me, his voice is that kind of chocolate-dipped caramel dessert that calls to me. Stone responds, but I can’t decipher what he says.
I go into the room, closing the door and keeping the blinds lowered, so I don’t have to see their faces or the fancy shit I’m surrounded in. At least in this room, I can just pretend I’m in a box. A well-furnished box, but a box just the same.
I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve guarded myself more. Maybe I should ask Lucas how he does it. It’s like he can pick and choose what facets of himself he wants the world to see. With my dad, it was the exact opposite. He always told me to feel my feelings, unless they were about him, of course. I never went there.
This house—this life of theirs—made me too comfortable. I’ve only been here less than twenty-four hours, but it’s true. I can see how your bones can ease in a place like this. Relax into a world where everything is done for you, and you truly don’t have to worry about anything. Hell, with their fancy security system, they don’t even have to worry about whoever this so-called other treasure hunter is. If that’s what’s actually happening.
And who just might it be anyway? It makes no sense. This person would’ve tried for my father’s stash a long time ago. Everyone knows. Well, at least everyone knew we had the secret before the Jacobs showed up to the game. They twisted everything. They became the center spotlight. Taking the media’s attention, getting sponsors. I don’t think for one second that they use their own money to search for the treasure. Not that they don’t have plenty of it to spare.
I will say that about Lance Jacobs. He took his family’s empire to a whole other level. I’m wondering if it’s the lack of morals that got him there. If that’s the case, I don’t want anything to do with that kind of money. Even if I find the treasure, I still want to be a good person.
“Dakota?”
It’s Lucas. I lie down on the bed and stare at the ceiling. I’m feeling particularly raw right now. Exposed. Like I just showed my weakest link to my sworn enemy, and he did just exactly what they do in books—they eat you alive because of it.
“Can you let me in?”
I still don’t say anything. Lucas has his moments where he’s a decent guy, but he’s still associated with that asshole. I should say those assholes. I saw the way Wyatt looked at me too.
I realized there was a difference between me and other kids when I went to school. The rest of the time, I could pretend I was just like everyone else, but not there. Not with their fancy lunch boxes and clothes and seemingly always knowing the right thing to say. My young mind thought it was because they all had moms and I didn’t. That might have been some of it, but as I grew older, I realized it was much more than that.
We were fucking poor.
The door opens, and I swing my gaze toward it as a body comes into view. Lucas gives me a small smile. “Funny thing about this house. No locks on the glass doors.”
“I would’ve thought my silence said enough.”
Lucas sits at