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“I am. Thanks for meeting us. This is my cousin Brandy, who the office area is for. My cousin Tami, who the shop space is for and then Cami, who has the dance floor. Did you get my memo about putting some offices on the second floor?”

“Yeah, and made the changes. Here, we got several plans to look over.” Apache turned to a dirty table and spread them out, using items from his pockets to stop them from curling up. He also had a pad with him.

“This is the floor plan for the speakeasy. Now, it is hard to imagine, but this pad contains images of what it would look like,” Apache said, and I gasped at the beautifully drawn pictures.

“It’s perfect,” Tami exclaimed, clasping her hands in glee. I sent her an indulgent smile.

“Isn’t it,” I agreed.

“You happy with the plans?” Apache asked after several minutes.

“Yes.”

“Okay, the ground floor. What we’ve done is cut some of the space from the club and put in a bigger reception. The stairs to the upper levels will have doors through which reception can buzz them in. You do not want all types coming and going. Or intruding where they don’t belong,” Apache said.

The increase in the reception area was minimal, so I agreed with the plans.

And so on.

An hour and a half later, we were shaking hands, Apache with a hefty cheque to start the work. We all looked excited and amazed our ideas were coming to fruition. My cousins had suffered terrible lives until I made my move. Now, all I wanted them to do was live happily. None of us demanded much, and our building would give us everything we desired.

“I can’t believe this is happening!” Tami cried as Apache left.

“So exciting,” Cami agreed.

“Be nice to have a proper office to work out of,” Brandy complained, and I laughed. There was always one!

“I saw a really cute English café a few doors down. Should we try it out?” I asked to stop anybody from taking offence at Brandy’s doom and gloom.

Brandy shot me a swift grin, knowing what I was about.

“Sure, a nice English cuppa tea,” Tami said in a dreadful accent.

“Nope, lady!” I exclaimed as she skipped out ahead. For most of her life, Tami had hidden this beautiful side of her in case Oscar beat it out of her. To see her so light-hearted swept away any doubt I had over murdering my father.

“Come on,” Cami called, chasing after her sister. “You know greedy guts will get all the good stuff and not share!”

Never a truer word was spoken than that!

Chance

“I ain’t no errand boy,” Pyro growled as he entered Chance’s office and flopped into a chair.

“Then you should have kept those skills buried.” Chance sent him a smirk and leaned back in his seat.

“Never said anything to anyone about them before,” Pyro retorted.

Chance leaned forward on his elbows.

“How the fuck else could you discover the real truth and guilt behind those who are targeted by Justice?” Chance whispered, and Pyro glowered. “You gotta have skills, man, so shut up and put up. Madisen Roderick, is there gonna be a war over her?”

“Not that I can see. She was prime meat a year ago, and Oscar Roderick made it known he was looking for husbands.”

“Husbands in plural?” Chance interrupted.

“Yes. Alongside Madisen, there is a cousin from her mother’s side, Brandy Carter. Then there are Oscar’s brother’s two girls; Camille Roderick is the older and Tamsin the younger. Seems Oscar decided to get rid of all four women, but he had a problem. It is rumoured, although not confirmed, that Brandy and Cami were in a relationship.”

“So, he was going to force two girls who were together to marry men?” Chance said, his disgust leeching into his voice.

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