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“He was brought to the hospital to have his wrist cleaned up and stitched, and he’ll be arrested by the FBI, who is currently with him.
Wow. I sag in relief. They can’t hurt me. They can’t hurt my people.
After that, she leaves, and it feels like hours that I’m stuck here alone when the door finally opens and Asher—freaking Asher!—walks in.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Springing you from this joint. Cal is with Lenox, and Zax and Grey are speaking with the detectives handling everything.”
I raise an eyebrow. “They just let you in?”
He grins smugly. “What? Don’t look so shocked. I own this town, woman. We all do.” He pounds his chest like a caveman, and I huff.
“You killed my fantasy,” I tell him as I stand and fold my arms. “I was hoping they were going to change their minds and send someone else in for the hard press, and I’d give them the strong woman front and watch them fold like a crepe.”
“Next time, babe. Next time. Take it from a man who has been arrested a time or two. It’s never as cute, cuddly, or cool as it looks on TV. You’ll always need a Lenox to make it disappear. Now come on.”
“How is this legal?”
“Welcome to Boston.”
Epilogue
“Why are you so quiet?” I ask Lenox on a half-yawn, my head tilted back against the seat, my large, black sunglasses over my closed eyes. I’m flipping exhausted. We both are. It was a long goddamn flight from LA, and we made the dumb decision to take it by redeye, and now we’re driving back to Lenox’s place in Maine.
Well, I guess it’s my place too now.
“I’m always quiet.”
I roll my head in his direction, even if my eyes are closed. Yes, Lenox is always quiet. But there is Lenox quiet, and then there is quiet, even for Lenox. He’s the latter. His flat tone isn’t fooling me. But truthfully, I’m too tired to press him. I just want to get home and sleep until next week.
It’s been a whirlwind few weeks.
The moment we stepped out of the police precinct after our friends came and sprang us, the press ate us alive. Zax—always the forward thinker—was ready with a no fucking around security detail, and Lenox and I were whisked back to Zax’s, where we spent the night in the luxury and security of his penthouse. Since then, it’s been one thing after another.
Thanksgiving happened, and we didn’t allow the events of the previous evening to overshadow our joy. It wasn’t difficult. Not with our people, our family, by our side. The following day, we had our wedding—our real wedding. Only this time, I had no tears. I was all smiles and laughs and pure joy.
It was the wedding I had always wanted. My dream wedding in my dream dress. The only thing that would have made it better was if my parents had been there. I wish I could talk to my dad. I wish I could have let him know all that I know about what was going on with Alfie and Ezra. I also wish he knew my mom never wanted to cheat on him, because when I spoke to her on the phone, she burst into tears.
Alfie was a monster.
The things he did to her, the things he said to her, were nothing short of abusive and I can’t imagine all she endured with that. But enough of that.
After the wedding, Lenox scooped me up—literally—and had Ashley drive us across town to a swanky hotel, where we spent the following few nights locked away from the world. No press. No outside noise.
Just us.
And a lot of room service.
In short, it was a perfect honeymoon escape that I never wanted to end. It was certainly far more favorable than flying out to LA and dealing with the nightmare that was waiting for me there.
I spent five solid days dealing with the board. We made press statements and started running positive PR campaigns. We did blast interviews, searching for a CEO and COO who could lead us forward and bring us into a positive light. The press was camped outside my LA townhouse. It was the worst sort of déjà vu.
I went and visited Alfie, who had been in solitary after he was caught attempting to bribe some guards to help him escape. I told him all about Ezra. About how his son had tried to play him with my father’s will. How we have audio of him confessing everything, including Alfie’s misdeeds, and that the FBI seems to have quite the cybercrimes case against him.
I also made it clear that I was going to make sure that neither of them would ever take a free breath again. And when he asked me how I had managed to get the upper hand on him, I simply smirked and walked out.
The FBI has my statements, as well as the audio from Ezra’s attempted kidnapping of me. The federal prosecutor for the case has already informed me I’ll likely have to testify, which is fine. I’ll do whatever I have to do with this.
