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“I’ve spent most of it.” Rocco shrugged. “So you see why the wedding must proceed?”
“How could you spend five million dollars so quickly?” Scarlett asked, aghast.
“Revenge is costly,” he said ambiguously.
“The fire.” Scarlett gasped. “You were responsible.”
He rolled his eye. “Of course, but they won’t be able to prove it. I always use reliable sources.”
“With the exception of Louis Venetta,” Scarlett shot back. “He sold you out without hesitation.”
“Louis paid for his betrayal,” he said softly. “I saw to that personally.”
“You murdered him?” Scarlett’s mouth hung open.
“Money was tight,” he said without inflection.
“Due to your fascination with gambling and other women. Even when Mom was still alive, you couldn’t give up your whores.”
Rocco shrugged. “Your mother understood.”
“How could any woman who truly loved you understand something like that?”
“You’ve seen how far true love gets you.” Rocco laughed. “Now, if you want to stay in my home, I suggest you shut your mouth.”
“I couldn’t stay here with you now, knowing you’re a murderer, and knowing tried to sabotage Carter’s business. I’m going to go tell him what I’ve discovered.” Scarlett headed for the door, and her hand was on the knob when Rocco spoke again.
“He’s beyond caring,” he informed her.
“What?” Scarlett asked, turning around. “What did you say?”
“He will no longer get in my way,” Rocco replied cryptically.
“No,” Scarlett denied. “You didn’t...?”
Rocco smiled coldly, but did not respond. As her father maintained his cold silence, Scarlett tore from the study, knowing she had to warn Carter. She went through the kitchen and out to the garage, not even grabbing her purse. She took the keys from the rack and got in the Mercedes convertible, checking the gas gauge. It was full, so she used the remote to raise the closest bay’s door and backed the car out, speeding down the lane. She had to get to Carter. She would call him, but she realized she didn’t have her phone, or his number. How the hell had that happened? She lived with the man, but still didn’t know his number. Dammit.
Scarlett pushed the car to her driving limits, often keeping the needle above ninety. She made it to Carter’s home in a little over ninety minutes. She screeched to a stop at the front door, threw the car in park, and left open her door as she got out. Scarlett pounded on the front door and waited for Edward to a
nswer.
He opened the door and looked surprised to see her. “Miss Scarlett.”
“Edward, is Carter here?” she demanded. “Or Darren? I have to warn them.”
“No, miss,” he answered, his expression grim.
“Where are they?” Scarlett grasped the lapels of his coat and practically shook him. “Tell me where they are.”
“Seton Medical Center. The town car was run off the road, and they were both shot.”
“Are they alive?” Scarlett asked weakly.
“Mr. Braxton and Darren are both at the hospital. The driver died in the accident,” Edward said softly.
Scarlett released her hold on Edward and returned to the car, driving as fast as she could.
She hurried into the hospital, going straight to the front desk. “What room is Carter Braxton in?” she asked.
