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My heart leaps and I say urgently, “Anything of interest?”
“Her fortune was left to a charity.”
“What charity?”
“The Silver Angel Trust.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s not one I had heard of, so I did some digging.”
He pauses for effect and a shiver of excitement passes through me because Max is worth every cent of the exorbitant retainer he charges, and his low husky voice never fails to interest me.
“Its main beneficiaries are rape victims. Women who have been battered, abused, and fallen on hard times. It’s run by a woman called Sonia Hargreaves, but there is very little known about her. I’m on my way to Philadelphia, where the trust is based to do some digging, so I should have more to report back on our next call.”
“Anything else?”
He answers in his usual husky drawl,“Serena Vieri is currently traveling with Alexei Romanov. It could be a problem for you if they note your interest in their business.”
Fuck. This is not good news because dealing with the Vieris is bad enough, but when you add that fucking family into the mix it could spell trouble for me.
“What are your thoughts?”
It’s rare that I ask for Max’s opinion on anything, but we work well together, and I trust him more than I trust my own family and he chuckles softly down the phone.
“My thoughts are you should walk away while you can—walk that is.”
“Good advice. I’ll consider it.”
I can almost picture his expression as he laughs out loud.“And I’m the King of fucking England. Seriously though, Troy, you’re opening a can of worms that may not end well for you. I’ll do what I can, but if shit gets real, no amount of money will be enough to keep me in your employment. These guys are hardcore, and I value my life too much to waste it for a quick buck. Do you hear me?”
“Loud and clear and Max ...”
This time I pause for effect. “Stay safe out there and if you get too close to the fire, step away. We’ll find another way in.”
“Appreciated.”He sighs heavily.“I’ll be in touch.”
He cuts the call, leaving me feeling uneasy. He’s right to be concerned. We are stirring a boiling pot that can only bring more heat on us than is good for our health. I am almost tempted to walk away, to fire Laura and let her off the hook. Then I remember the expression on my mother’s face when she told us our father had shot himself.
The devastation his death caused wasn’t only because he had fucked-up big time and was facing ruin. Then his membership to the same society I seek to take control of was terminated because he just wasn’t good enough. The man who made that happen the day before my father ended it, was Laura’s grandfather.
I hold Don Vieri solely responsible for killing my father even though he never pulled the trigger himself and I have made it my life’s ambition to ruin him as he did my family and there will be no mercy.
Now, where is my fucking coffee?
CHAPTER 7
LAURA
Somehow, I make my way to Starbucks and as I push inside the warm cozy shop, I sigh with relief. Finally, some normality in my life and it offers me a moment to gather my thoughts.
Troy Remington is intense. I suppose I always knew he would be, but being so close to him is an experience I doubt I will ever get used to.
My heart sinks when I see the line at the counter. I’m already late and at this rate I’ll be taking him the eleven-o’clock coffee along with the ten-o’clock one.
As I wait impatiently, I think about his demands angrily. Who the hell drinks one coffee an hour and expects it on the dot? This could become a full-time job running back and forth between the top floor and the bottom one, just to deliver the king his caffeine shot addiction.
I am so frustrated because this isn’t what I imagined my life to be like. Fetching coffee for an arrogant jerk wasn’t exactly on my list.
