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“Step out of the car please,” the officer said before speaking into his radio to ask for immediate backup.
Jeremy flashed a confused look. “Is there a problem?”
But the officer wasn’t having it.
“I said, step out of the car now.”
“He has a gun,” Rylee yelled as two more police cars approached.
Beside her, Carla made a gagging sound and Rylee turned in time to see her bent over puking into the floorboard.
There was a burst of commotion as four officers surrounded the car with guns drawn, demanding that Jeremy and the driver step out. Rylee worried it would turn into a standoff as she gently rubbed Carla’s back and watched Memphis fight the urge to rip Jeremy out of the car. But after a minute that felt like it lasted hours, Jeremy’s shoulders sagged in defeat, and he pushed open his door along with the driver. The men were both cuffed, and officers opened the back doors to help Rylee and Carla out.
When they were both standing on the side of the road, Carla threw her arms around Rylee and squeezed her tight, then she jumped back. “Oh God. I’m sorry. I’m probably getting vomit on you.”
Rylee giggled at the absurdity of the moment. “How long have you been sick?” she asked.
“Since yesterday. At first, I thought it was a hangover, but now I’m thinking I must have picked up a stomach bug or we ate bad food.”
Rylee gave a little shake of her head. “You don’t even know how happy I am to hear that. I’ve been sick too and for a minute I thought I was pregnant.”
A hand came to rest on her shoulder, and she turned to find Memphis standing there.
He pulled her into his arms, and she fell apart.
“You ever scare the hell out of me like that again I’m blistering your ass. And there won’t be anything fun about it, Ace,” he said, his voice husky with emotion.
She nodded against him as she let her tears fall into his shirt and he stroked her hair.
Her breakdown could only last a minute because the police were ready to ask her questions. Rylee had a lot of questions of her own that were going to have to wait. But she was safe, Carla was safe, Memphis was safe. That was the important thing.
It was several hours before she was able to be alone with Memphis again.
Carla was in a guest bedroom in his Phoenix mansion, and the two of them were snuggled in his bed where he’d just fucked her.
“So, is he just mentally unstable, or did he have an actual plan to take over your company by sending you to prison?”
Memphis kissed her softly. “I suspect it’s a mixture of both. I’ve got a friend, Lance, who is going over all my tech for me, and I reached out to Everett Miller again. He really did think he could get away with his scam without getting caught. Jeremy just figured out what he was doing and while he advised me against the deal, he was in Andrew’s ear talking him into going behind my back. Kimberly called because she remembered thinking it was odd that my attorney was coming over for late night drinks in the weeks leading up to everything going south. That’s not the kind of relationship Andrew ever had with Jeremy in the past.”
Rylee snuggled closer and traced her finger down his bare chest.
“So, are we in the clear now? Or is there still a chance you’ll go to prison?”
Memphis caught her wandering finger in his hand and brought it to his lips.
“I’m in the clear. Lance has already uncovered the evidence I need to prove that Jeremy, and Andrew acted without my knowledge. I’ll still be financially responsible for the wrong that was done to people like your mom, but we’re already over eighty percent of the way through repaying everyone.”
Rylee sat up. “So, you paid Mom back, not Everett Miller?”
Memphis gave her a sheepish smile. “Something like that.”
Rylee felt her blood boiling, not at Memphis, but at Miller. “And what about that scumbag’s lawsuit against you?”
Memphis reached for her arm and tugged her back down next to him. “I suspect it will be dropped any minute now, but if he doesn’t drop it, it’s a frivolous lawsuit and it will get thrown out.”
“Why would he drop it?” She shuddered as his hand trailed her naked hips.
“Let’s just say we came to an agreement and while Mr. Miller quietly retires, Miller Holdings is about to be part of the Foster group. And before you ask, we’re not blackmailing him, we’re just helping him escape prison by having him tell us the truth about his dealings with Jeremy and Andrew.”
