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But Hendrick is here, and even though we can’t be together, I don’t think I could walk away from him. I need to see him. I crave it.
Pushing myself to my feet, I walk over to the small window with a shit view and look out, wondering what is going to happen to me next. Turning around, I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the window.
I wrap my hand around the front of my neck for just a moment. I inhale and exhale before I let my hand slowly trail down the center of my torso, continuing until I reach the waistband of my jeans.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I can’t stop myself either. Popping open the top button of my pants, I unzip them and slip my hand beneath my underwear, cupping my sore center. I imagine it’s Henrick’s hand. His strong fingers slipping inside of me, pumping in and out while his palm grinds against my clit.
Lifting my hips, I meet my own touch until I come. It’s not as satisfying as when Hendrick touches me, but it leaves me breathless. Opening my eyes, I keep my hand between my legs as I stare straight ahead of me.
My chest moves up and down with my breaths and then tears fall from my eyes. The appointment with Brenda has left me feeling just as hopeless and empty as before I walked into her office.
The simple fact is that I cannot tell Brenda or anyone else the whole truth, which makes me feel… hopeless. And the reality is, I am just that. Completely and irrevocably hopeless. Slowly, I slip my hand from between my legs and stand up. I decide to shower and sleep. I feel exhausted.
Chapter
Nineteen
HENDRICK
Tait is a dick. I mean, I knew that he was the moment this shit started, but I thought that maybe he was better than Samson, especially since he wouldn’t do what his father wanted him to. I thought he possibly had morals. But he doesn’t.
I watch as he pulls his phone out, then touches the screen before he lifts it to his ear. The phone rings. There is a woman on the other end. She answers with a sultry hello but then doesn’t say anything else. She waits for him.
“Get your ass ready for me,” he grinds out.
“It is,” she purrs. “But you’re behind on your payments, Tait.”
He laughs. “Yeah? I don’t think I give a fuck, and if you try to stop me, I’ll take what I want anyway.”
Tait doesn’t give her a chance to even respond to his threat, or maybe it was a promise. He ends the call and shoves his phone into his pocket. I watch as he moves past his sisters, who are watching television and slips out the front door. His mother is in the bedroom lying down, and his father is in his office.
What a dick.
Pulling up my tracker on my phone, I find him and touch his icon so I can watch him. I return my focus to Samson, then decide to toggle my attention between the daughter and him. I don’t know why, but there is something about them that I don’t quite trust either.
This family has never been a problem before, and now they’re suddenly skimming off the top and doing shady-as-fuck shit. So I’m a bit concerned about the whole fucking bunch at this point. What the fuck is going through their goddamn heads?
Samson’s voice fills my office, and I shift my gaze over to him. I expect to see him talking on the phone, but he isn’t. His youngest son, Tatum, is sitting across from him. These people are fucking stupid. Tait and Tatum? Why? If I’m ever that fucking stupid when I name my kids, I hope that one of my brothers beats the absolute shit out of me.
“I need your help,” Samson says.
Tatum doesn’t respond immediately. I watch as he leans back in his seat. I wish I could see his face because if I had to guess by his body language alone, I would say he’s annoyed, maybe even pissed off, but without seeing his face, I can’t confirm.
“What do you want?” Tatum snaps.
Probably pissed off, definitely annoyed.
“I want one of my kids to not be a spoiled asshole,” Samson grinds out.
Tatum snorts. “You raised us. I don’t know what you want me to say about that.”
Samson leans back in his chair this time, and I can see his expression. It’s definitely pissed off. This whole exchange of nothingness makes me laugh. Samson shouldn’t be an executive. He shouldn’t even be upper management in the family.
Hell, I’m not even sure he should be in the family at all at this point. What I am sure of is that I’m not getting anything from this surveillance yet, except for some skimming. That cannot be all that’s happening here. My father would never waste my time this way.
Then it happens.
Samson speaks candidly.
