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What does that make him?
And more importantly, what does that make me?
Am I his whore? His slave? His property?
ChapterNine
COLEMAN
Hendrick’s eyeswiden when he reads the note Wells slides across the table toward him. We’re having dinner, just the three of us. Tomorrow is the meeting with Claire’s family, and I wanted to talk with my brothers ahead of time, on more than one topic.
This note is just the first.
“Can you find out who left this at their condo?” I ask.
Hendrick grasps the note in one hand and his cocktail in the other. I watch as he lifts the glass to his lips, taking a sip, before he sits back and scans the note more than once. It’s not that he’s trying to decipher what it says or anything—it’s pretty cut and dry—but I wonder what he’s looking at. Then he leans forward again, placing his glass on the table before his gaze flicks up.
“They dropped it at your place?” he asks Wells.
“It was in the mail, no stamp, no postmark. Nothing,” Wells states.
He hums. “Did you get the mail the day before this was dropped?”
Wells jerks his chin in a single nod before he speaks. “Parker is good about the mail. She checks it daily. I think she just likes opening envelopes.” He chuckles. “Maybe looks out for her online shopping packages.”
My lips twitch into a smile thinking about Parker and imagining her hurrying to the mailbox daily to check for packages.
“Then I can possibly hack into the security system and see who dropped it off, but beyond that, I don’t know what I can do,” he murmurs. “I can add some more security to your place, but you’re pretty well covered already.”
Wells nods a couple of times. “I am,” he agrees. “Every single square inch of that place is covered by a camera. I’m not worried about my place as much as I am this person not only knowing what happened but then telling Parker.”
“That’s the last thing we need right now in the family,” I point out.
Both of my brothers lift their chins in a single jerk. I watch them for a moment, then lean back in my chair and reach for a roll in the basket at the center of the table. Letting out a heavy sigh, I look between them.
“So what do we do past the camera thing?” I ask. “What about your contacts in that world, Hendrick?”
“That world?” Hendrick asks, acting like he doesn’t understand what I’m asking,
Leaning forward, I pull off a chunk of bread and chew it slowly, my eyes finding his. “The one we just interrupted. Ray Randolph’s operation. Those three fuckers we killed were not the only ones who were in that world, Hendrick.”
His gaze flicks to the table as obvious shame slides over his face before he lifts his head, his gaze searching mine for a moment. “Yeah, I know of a couple people. Nobody really used names, but I recognized them.”
“Could it be them?” I ask.
It fucking feels like I’m pulling this information out of him. Fucking shit. I want to shake his ass. But thankfully, he clears his throat before he decides to answer me. But first, he takes another drink of his cocktail.
“I don’t think it’s them.”
I roll my eyes and let out a deep grunt before I straighten and reconnect my gaze with his. “Then who the fuck do you think it could be? That’s all I got. Uncle Dean, Ray, Shiloh, and her mom are all gone.”
Hendrick shrugs a shoulder. “They aren’t our only enemies. Honestly, it could be anyone.”
“Could be within,” Wells murmurs.
“Within?” I ask.
I’m trying to think of why anyone in the family would want to fuck over our dad, but then I realize why wouldn’t they? He’s the king of the family, the director. If someone wanted his spot, what better way to try and get it than to take out the goddamn king?
