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“Shit. She’s going to pull you into the games as well. Look, I’m not sure how it happened, but my mother set up a topless dancer for the bachelor party.”
“Bullshit!” she exclaimed then burst out laughing. “No way Aunt Belinda could do that kind of thing. Seriously, Braxton. She wouldn’t even know who to call about something like that.”
“Exactly. But Darcy would.”
“Uh-huh. Okeydokey, then. I’m going to go. Nevaeh needs help making sure everything goes smoothly. See you in a few weeks, cuz. Love you. Bye.”
“Wait! Ly…la—” I broke off when I heard nothing but silence.
Blowing out a heavy sigh, I sat back down in my chair and picked up the landline. Whatever Lyla and Nevaeh did to Darcy would be justified, so I wasn’t going to worry about that bitch. Instead, I needed to call my client back to arrange a new security system for their mansion in Hawaii.
I kind of pitied whoever got in my kitten’s way as she finished the game that Darcy had started.
Smirking, I got back to work. I would step in if Nevaeh needed me to, but considering all the badass women who always had her back, I figured she wouldn’t need me to lift a finger to get anything done.
Darcy and my parents wouldn’t see it coming.
I almost felt sorry for them.
Almost.
Chapter 5
Nevaeh
Darcy Hamilton’s baby was only two months old. I felt sorry for the adorable boy who looked so much like his father—and a tiny bit like his big brother. According to Darcy’s social media, the little boy’s name was Jonah Collins. Despite Braxton not having signed the birth certificate, she’d still given him the Collins last name.
Of course, baby Jonah was a Collins, so it made sense. But what his doting “grandmother” didn’t know was that the incredibly adorable little boy she thought was her grandson was really her stepson. I didn’t want to hurt the baby; that was the last thing I would ever try to do.
Getting back at Darcy and figuratively slapping some sense into Belinda Collins was a different story. My mom had done plenty of physical damage already, so it would have been overkill to get violent with anyone.
At least, that was what I tried to remind myself. My future mother-in-law wasn’t the one I wanted to rip apart, though. No, my fury was directed solely at Darcy.
With the two women having wanted to ruin one of our parties, it was only fitting to play along and destroy one of their own.
Lyla had been invited to her aunt Belinda’s birthday party, which was our in. The event planner for the huge black-tie event was easily bought off, and everything was already in place before my grandfather’s plane even touched down. I probably should have been back in California preparing for my wedding that was only two weeks away, but this needed to be taken care of so I could not only get Darcy out of Braxton’s life once and for all—as well as maybe, hopefully, convincing Belinda to come to our wedding for her son’s sake.
By the time the jet taxied onto the tarmac, I was dressed, my makeup perfect. I’d even put in my contacts, which I rarely wore, but this required I look stunning in every way. With my glasses on, I looked underage, and I didn’t need the gossip reporters who would be in attendance to think Braxton was about to marry jailbait—even if my age was posted all over the internet, given who my father was. That didn’t mean much to the high society of Northern Virginia. They only knew me as the home-wrecker who had ruined poor Darcy’s life.
Before the end of the night, I would have the last laugh, and “poor Darcy” would be the outcast in her precious social circle.
A town car was waiting for me as I descended the plane’s stairs. Behind me, my bodyguard was dressed in the usual dark suit with his earpiece in place. I would rather have come alone, but Barrick refused to let me step foot on PopPop’s jet without Braxton knowing unless I took some muscle with me.
Damn Mia and her telling her husband everything.
I refused to feel even a smidge of guilt for not having told Brax what I was doing. We weren’t supposed to keep secrets, but this wasn’t exactly a secret. He was in Hawaii on business and wouldn’t be home until the following evening, so I’d been able to “sneak” over to Virginia for a quick trip. I planned on telling him everything as soon as he got home.
By midnight, the entire East Coast would know all about Darcy’s affair with Miles Collins. The entire country would be talking about it by morning.
Aunt Emmie had already made sure of that.
I just wanted to be there to talk to Belinda when the proverbial shit hit the fan and ask her to reconsider supporting her son when he got married.
If he’d known I was going to speak directly to his mother, he would have tried to stop me, and I couldn’t let that happen. He’d said he was fine with cutting his parents out of his life. I believed him when it came to Miles, but Brax deserved to have at least one parent sitting on his side of the church when we said our vows. And not just that, damn it. His mother should be present for every huge moment in his life. Our wedding. The birth of our children. The list was endless, and even if the woman never came to care about me, it didn’t matter.
All I wanted was for her to be a part of her son’s life for his sake. To have the woman who had felt him grow beneath her heart, kick her from the inside for months, then spent hours laboring over bringing him into the world—I wanted her to fucking care about him now. She should be a part of his present and his future. For his sake…and her own.
The back door of the town car opened, and Lyla stepped out. Dressed similarly to me in an evening gown with her hair in a loose updo and sultry, glamorous makeup, Lyla was drop-dead gorgeous. How she’d left her house without Howler having a stroke because he wasn’t going with her, I didn’t have a clue. It wouldn’t have surprised me if the man gate-crashed the party and carried her off caveman-style.
