Page 112 of Obsessed Heir

“Oh, what’s on your mind?” he asks, a little wary.

“There were a couple of times where we could have needed a helicopter. I thought I’d ask if you would consider doing a few trips with us while I set something up?”

A big grin spreads across his face. “Yeah, I could do that.”

“All right, I’ll catch you later on to work out the details.”

“Sounds good,” he says, as we go past each other in the doorway.

I ride up, nearly giving in to the urge to whistle. Exiting at the top, I glance toward Holly’s door. I wonder how she’ll feel about havingherlife turned upside down.

She may or may not know I saw Rhys coming out of her suite. And though he said he’d find a place to sleep on his own, I doubt he’s using a spare bedroom.

Once inside, I deposit the bags on the couch, leaving it for them to see what belongs to whom. With my task done, I hit the fridge for a beer then check the time. There’s one more thing I need to do before my women return.

I enter my office and lock the door behind me before I settle in behind my desk. After a quick glance at the photograph on the wall, I tap the mouse to turn on my laptop.

We all make small decisions that together weigh on us by the gravity of the consequences.It’s important enough that I see the message every day.

Logging in, I go to the nondescript icon sitting in the corner of the screen. I double click, starting the authentication process. The way Dante set this up, there’s no chance someone will accidentally find the encrypted feed.

After a moment, the camera feed comes up, displaying the exact scene in the photograph. The only difference is the light appears dimmer, and a solitary bug is flying around, catching the last rays of the fading sun.

I put in my earbuds and turn on the sound. Movement catches my eye a second before the clink of metal hitting metal comes through.

The microphone picks up a grunt of distress. “Stayed away…” Esteban’s muttering starts. “Should have stayed away.”

That’s right, you bastard. And now you realize you shouldn’t have crossed me.

I warned that bastard I’d put him in the ground if he ever tried to fuck me. He thought I meant I’d kill him. No, there are much better ways to make people pay for trying to hurt the ones I love.

Like a moth to a light, I knew he’d come back once she was older. He didn’t disappoint. My men grabbed him when he went after Abigail as she was leaving school.

He’s had five years in that cave. What was left of the money I gave him was converted into coins. Some pay for bread he’s fed every day. The rest is set aside just for him.

We all make small decisions that together weigh on us by the gravity of the consequences. Each coin represents a decision that should weigh on our minds, and so they grow heavy with each subsequent coin placed on that motherfucker’s head, day after day.

Because he never should have fucked with my family.

The end…for now.