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If I could have taken a picture of her in that position, I would probably jack off to it on a fucking regular basis from now until the day I die. If I had that picture, I’m not sure I would ever be able to concentrate on anything else ever again.
Ensuring that I’m not seen, I slip out of the back of the venue and into the car I have parked in the back service entrance.
I leave the rehearsal and drive to the hotel I booked for the Simons. I have some digging to do while they party. I just had to get one final taste of my woman first. One last feel of her pussy squeezing my cock before she realizes who I am.
Although, I can’t see her not wanting to continue fucking me. It’s clear that she likes it. I pull up to the hotel, park in the front, and exit, ignoring the staff who stands by to watch, no doubt wondering if I’m checking in.
I’m not.
I’ve had a key to their suite since I booked the fucking thing myself. It’s how I was able to slip in undetected and fuck Claire. It doesn’t take me long to get up to their floor and slip into the empty room.
Instead of walking directly to Claire’s suite, I make my way toward the primary one, then look around at the absolute mess these people are. It’s clear that they don’t have any respect for anyone at all, judging by the way they have trashed their rooms.
If there is anything positive about this, it’s that they won’t notice if I’ve riffled through their things or not. I could probably take a bunch of shit without them even noticing. But tonight, my primary focus is on the electronics.
I wish Hendrick were with me to navigate this shit. He’s really the complete tech geek, and while I can get around somewhat, I’m nothing compared to him. I find a computer, notice it’s a MacBook, and hope he’s got it connected to his cell phone.
Opening the computer, I stare at the password-protected screen and wonder what his code is to get inside. I can’t imagine someone like Aaron Simon would use anything that difficult. Chewing on my bottom lip, I try a few different ones.
AaronSimon68,Simon68,RichSimon68, and then the last one is the one that is the winner.Number1Simon68. What a douche. Thankfully, he is a douche because it was easy as fuck to guess.
The first thing I do is pull up the texting app to read through his conversations. I need to know if this is the asshole threatening my family, and if he is, I already know that his motive is money.
I stop when I see a name that causes me to pause. It’s not a normal name, so it takes me by surprise, and I wonder if it’s indeed connected. Frowning, I touch the text thread and scroll to the beginning.
It only started about a year ago, right before the money was loaned to the Simons. The messages go back and forth between Aaron and Keen. They speak about submitting documentation for the loan, and when Keen asks about payment, Aaron says he won’t be able to do it.
There is a bunch of whining, broken promises, and bitching before Keen suggests something. That is when I realize it’s not a coincidence.
This is my fucking cousin. Keen Hamilton.
Junior’s brother.
It may not be Junior who is after any type of revenge for the family killing both his betraying father and his mother. But it’s clear that his brothers may not be as innocent as they seem, and in turn, I doubt that he is either. This is likely exactly what I thought it was.
As much as I knew it had to have been an inside job, I was really fucking hoping it wasn’t. But clearly, both Aaron Simon and Keen are in on something because about a week ago, Aaron asked Keen if he had delivered the letter to the girl. And then, a couple of days ago, Keen informed Aaron that the letter had been delivered to Junior.
How and why in the fuck?
I still don’t understand the connection, but with this information, at least Hendrick has a narrowed focus to search, although he’s going to have to do it fast because I’ll be damned if Aaron Simon leaves the state of Texas without being questioned.
ChapterFifteen
COLEMAN
Sitting in my parents’living room, I wait for my family to arrive from the rehearsal. We have some things to discuss, and now that I know a little bit more, we’ll hopefully be able to make some discoveries.
I’m not sure what happened to Uncle Dean and his family, but it’s clear that there is a bad apple situation going on with them, and we need to get this shit handled before it goes on twenty-something years. Maybe there is some underlying beef between Dad and Dean, I don’t even know, but I’m going to get to the bottom of this shit tonight.
The last thing this family needs is this kind of tension and treason. We are supposed to have one another’s backs, always. We are the family. The family is us. Being shady behind the director’s back, behind anyone, is unacceptable, and it seems that Uncle Dean’s lesson wasn’t strong enough.
If all three of my cousins have to pay for their sins, I’ll be glad to know that they aren’t married, and no other wives have to be taken care of as well. Killing my aunt was not something I ever wish to repeat.
The door opens, and I smile for only a moment at the sight of my brothers and my parents as they laugh and move into the house. Then my face returns to its serious expression because there is a lot of fucking shit looming.
They’re having a great time. It’s obvious that they enjoyed the party… my party, but at the sight of me, their laughter dies. My mother’s eyes find mine. They hold them, and she nods once before she speaks.
“I will be in the kitchen preparing some midnight snacks. You’ll come join me when you’re finished.”
