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Eric’s fist slams down on the table so hard his drink spills over the side of the glass, but none of us even so much as flinch. Never show weakness.
“This one can’t be turned,” Owl quickly interjects knowing that Eric is about to lose his shit and likely to aim it directly at Saint. Wouldn’t be the first time.
“Apparently Marcus and the lawyer go way back,” Owl continues. “He went to school with Viola and knew her well. He will not go against them, not even for money. It would not be good for us if evidence were to show up proving Marcus is innocent. Especially after both families agreed to stay out of each other’s way for the sake of business and greater profits.”
“Unfortunately for us, to strike now could cause an all-out war,” Eric growls.
Saint lifts a brow in question but Eric continues, “I’m weeks away from securing the biggest deal I’ve ever made, which is why I need Marcus kept out of the picture. Millions ride on this. It’s vital for our expansion and survival.”
“So, where do we come into all this?” I ask wanting him to hurry the fuck up and get to the point so I can get the hell out of here.
“Little rat Steve tells us that the lawyer has a son around your age. We don’t have a name yet but we will soon enough.
What we do know is that he’s going to be enrolling in your school. The school that I pay for, and you two run,“ Eric emphasizes, pointing to each of us.
“Find this boy and get close to him. Get a way into their new house and get as much information on the lawyer as you can, then report back to me.”
“And if we play nice and he doesn’t cooperate?” I ask.
“Make him!” Eric says nonchalantly.
“If he talks?” Saint questions.
“Show him what we do to those who open their mouths,” Eric seethes. “Ensure it doesn’t lead back to me. Your high school kids so make it look like your just kids fucking around.”
Saint nods in understanding before asking. “Does this lawyer have a name?”
“Richmond. James Richmond.”
Chapter Three
Jordin
“Knockknock”ahigh-pitchedvoice announces followed by a light tap on my bedroom door. It’s still enough to make me jump out of my skin and almost drop the heavy candle in my hand that I was placing on the new shelf.
“Permission to enter?” mom asks cheerfully peeking her head around my bedroom door. I shake away the nerves as she strolls on into my room looking around like she’s seeing it again for the very first time. I yawn, worn out from all the travelling and unpacking all day. I’m not in the mood for any type of conversation, just wanting to be on my own but I plaster on a fake smile and try to sound more upbeat than I feel.
“Hey mom, what’s up?”
“Nothing’s up sweetheart, I just wanted to check in and see if you needed anything or any help unpacking that’s all.”
My eyes fall to the handful boxes I have left to unpack.
“No but thanks for the offer. I’m almost done.”
She stands with a firm hand on her hip surveying the space.
“You know, I can’t quite get over how big this room is, and you get your very own bathroom this time. I think we hit the jackpot this time round kiddo. I would have given anything not to share with my sister and have a room of my own like this when I was your age.”
There’s no denying it, this house is beautiful. It’s twice the size of our old house and only five minutes drive from town, but I need to keep up the pretence of being upset by the move just for a little while longer so she doesn’t start to ask questions.
“Really mom? Tell me, how many times did you move away from your friends when you where my age?”
“Jordin, come on now honey that’s not fair. We talked about this. Me and dad are trying our best for you two girls. Opportunities like this do not come up very often and when they do sometimes in life you need to take them. It was just too good to turn down. I know you may find this hard to believe but it wasn’t an easy decision for us to uproot you girls especially with you going into your final year. Please try to understand.”
A pang of guilt makes me turn away from the pleading in her eyes. This move may have been a hard decision for my parents to make but for me it was a prayer answered. I just couldn’t let them know that. I know how hard dad works. He’s an amazing attorney from what people tell me, but something didn’t feel right when he told us we had to move. It almost seemed like he didn’t have a choice when he informed us that his boss asked him to relocate to Bayview Springs due to the high demand of some very high-profile clients. I’ve snuck into my father’s study more than once; I know what type of clients he works for. They may pay considerately well but some of the crimes they were accused of made me feel sick to my stomach. Murder, attempted murder, rape, kidnap, stabbings, and this one guy even set some man on fire. I mean Jesus what kind of person does that? A case of his even ended up on the news years ago because the person he was defending had connections to the mob.
“I overheard dad telling you he couldn’t believe he had to come back here. What did he mean by that? Did he live here before?”
