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“You know how I’ve been looking into Sloane’s adoption?” I asked, and Wolf’s dark eyebrows narrowed.
“Yeah, and I also said that shit is pointless.” He waved a hand at me. “Anyway, I’m going to say goodbye to my grandparents.”
I grabbed his arm. This shit wasn’t pointless, and he was about to hear it. I wet my lips. “One of the lawyers that Godfrey consulted with to help him with the adoption is connected to your grandfather.”
“What?”
“He used to work for him, bro,” I said, letting go of his arm. “He did, and that seems really fucking suspect. What if your grandfather had something to do with Sloane’s kidnapping?” I got closer, nostrils flared. “What if he helped?”
I had to say, it wouldn’t be far-fetched. Wolf’s family had no relationship with Ibrahim, and I knew Ramses hated his dad as much as my dad hated my grandfather. Ibrahim Mallick had been cut off after the murder of my aunt, outcast from his family and this town.
Which seemed like real fucking cause for a kidnapping.
Wolf’s grandfather could definitely be pulling some kind of revenge plot here, and Wolf’s reaction to this news wasn’t what I’d expected. For starters, he was merely looking at me, his arms braced, his sigh heavy. He shook his head. “That’s not possible.”
My brow twitched up. “What?”
“It’s not possible, and I should know.” His expression darkened. “The fucker’s dead.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dorian
I stood in silence, Thatcher too when he came over. He’d completely abandoned his position at the door and appeared just as wide-eyed and shocked as I felt.
Wolf lounged against his Hummer. “Dude’s dead and has been for years.”
My eyebrows narrowed. “How do you know that?”
“Heard my dad talking about it one day,” Wolf said, nodding. “I don’t know what happened, and honestly, I don’t fucking care. I just know he’s dead, and my dad seemed pretty relieved about it when he found out. He and my mom were in his study when a guy in a suit told them. Dad had apparently hired a private investigator because my gramps went AWOL one year.” Wolf’s jaw clenched. “They found out that was because he was dead.”
Dead.
Thatcher stepped in. “Well, when did it happen? I mean, that doesn’t mean he didn’t have anything to do with Sloane’s kidnapping.”
Thatcher was right, of course, and to that, Wolf had his hands raised.
“I don’t know when,” he stated. “But does that really matter?” He said this, and I blinked. Wolf frowned. “If that fucker did, kind of sounds like he got his just desserts. Karma is a son of a bitch, and it gratefully took his ass out before he could hurt anyone else.”
I wouldn’t disagree with that, but still. I pocketed my hands. “Why didn’t you say anything? About him being dead?”
There were actual times I recalled him making it sound like his grandfather was alive. The most recent being when I’d told him I was going to ask my grandfather for help with Charlie. Wolf had said that’d be a mistake, and I didn’t see him going to talk to his own grandfather for help.
Wolf opened his hands. “It didn’t seem like it mattered. The fucker’s dead, and I think you need to let all this shit go. Shit about Sloane’s adoption and everything else. It’s adding stress to a situation that’s finally not being stressful for once.”
His voice boomed in the room, off the walls and the cars. Both Bru and Sloane’s cars had been delivered here, and they were tucked in between Wolf’s and his parents.
A muscle feathered in Wolf’s jaw. “She’s finally finding happiness here. We all are, and I’m not trying to stress my parents out about more shit. Bringing up ghosts, and things that don’t fucking matter. Because they don’t. Not anymore now that she’s back.”
Thatcher and I both closed the distance, but Wolf backed away.
Ares raised his hands. “I don’t care about this shit anymore. I don’t because I can’t, and I know she doesn’t.” He lifted a palm toward Thatcher and me. “Or have you both noticed she has no interest in anything you have to tell her about this adoption shit?”
Thatcher looked away, and I wet my lips. Sloane had other things, more important things to think about. She did, and that left me. It was a burden I took on for her because she shouldn’t have to think about any of this.
Not when she had me.
I’d always fight for her, always, and when I had nothing to say about that, Wolf shook his head.
