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My heart races as I click on the drop down square next to his name and I see several entries, all with eye watering sums of money beside them. As I trace the figures, I note the bank accounts used are spread across every tax haven in the world, telling me my father was operating under the radar. It appears that Massimo and my father did a lot of business and I wonder what that involved. Was it information, arms, drugs, or something else? My father always had his pet projects, but an alliance with Massimo Delauren is something I never once considered.
I feel sick and as I lean back in my chair, the door opens and Flynn heads inside.
“Anything to report?”
“Regarding Frankie, no.”
“Then what?” He perches on the corner of my desk, and I glower at him. “There is a chair, you know.”
“I know.” He smirks and I shake my head as my attention falls back to the screen.
“It’s my father.” I say by way of explanation.
“What about him?”
“He was making deals with Massimo.”
Flynn whistles. “Interesting. Like what?”
“I’m not sure. He was paid vast sums of money for it, though.”
Flynn grins. “That I’m guessing you can move, now he is no longer in a position to care.”
“Already done.” I smirk because that was the first thing I did. I arranged the transfers into my own offshore accounts before closing them all, effectively wiping all traces of them from existence.
“Bold move.” Flynn studies his fingernails as if he hasn’t a care in the world and I envy him that. Like the rest of my friends, Flynn’s life is now much easier. He answers to nobody and runs his family as he wants, rather than his uncle before him. He has a loving wife who is smart and funny and has the measure of him, making him calmer and easier to be around. She was the sweetest cure for the madness he lived with all his life until he met her.
“What’s it like?” My question even surprises me, and he appears interested. “What?”
“Being married.”
“The best.”
“In what way?”
I’m curious because now I’ve met Eliza, I’m in new territory and I’m not sure how to proceed.
Flynn grins and I bark, “You can stop laughing. It’s a simple question.”
He shrugs and says in his low husky voice, “It’s like reconnecting with the other half of your soul that has been missing all your life. There is no better feeling than that.”
“What are you, a poet now?” I laugh softly as he shrugs. “You asked. I was happy to oblige. So, what’s with Eliza?”
“I’m not sure.” I sigh heavily. “She’s my prisoner. At least she was before I blew up her fucking father.”
Flynn grins. “That must have felt good.”
He throws me a high five and I laugh, a little of the tension leaving my shoulders. “I can’t deny it did. Ridding the world—my world, of my father was reward enough, but freeing Eliza from the monster under her bed was just as good.”
“So, you like her.”
“I do.” I stare at him with a worried frown, and he rolls his eyes. “I’m guessing that frown is there because you don’t know how to deal with it.”
“Possibly.” I sigh. “All my life, I’ve never had to consider anyone but me. What I want, what’s best for me and I suppose I keep my emotions locked up because of that.”
“So, what’s changed?” Flynn says with interest and I sigh.
“Eliza. She deserves better than that. Better than me.”
