Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Logan and I looked at her.
I asked, “Where’s Maddy?”
“Showering.” She held up a bag. Red splotches could be seen inside. Something metallic was also inside. “I’m going to burn this. Then we’ll clean up. I called Heather. Channing’s coming here to help. Heather’s going to the hospital to cover us there. We got this.”
“They’re going to help cover up—”
She tipped her chin up, her mouth flattening. “It’s Maddy, Mason. What do you think?” Her eyes flashed. “We’re all in this together. We’ll do what we have to do to protect our child and afterward, we’ll do what we need to do to protect her from herself. If that means therapy, meds, I don’t give a fuck. Right now, we’re in crisis mode. Get to that meeting. Deal with it, then get to the hospital because when my sister wakes up, we need to figure out a way to have her corroborate Maddy’s story.”
Logan inhaled at the mention of Samantha’s sister. That was right. He didn’t know who she was. He’d just been rolling with us, following our lead when finding a girl bleeding out in my house. I had a few things to share with him on the way to the meeting.
“What about Max?”
Sam winced before stating, “She drugged him. Benadryl. He’s zonked out on the couch in the basement.”
A small relief that he was one less person pulled into this mess, but also, she drugged him.
“Jesus Christ,” I said faintly.
I didn’t know what else to say.
My daughter did all of this.
What else was she capable of?
54
MASON
Thirty minutes after Logan and I arrived at the shareholders’s meeting, my phone buzzed with a notification. A signed contract was in my email from Phillip Moreaux and Holdings.
Shane King came through. Moreaux sold me his shares.
Before the events of this night, I’d been looking forward to the meeting. All that was gone. Any and all blackmail material that might’ve been revealed in the meeting wasn’t shared. There was no big reveal. No emergency news to tell them except two items.
Right before we were about to end the meeting, I brought up the first item.
“Avoy,” I called one of the shareholders. “If you open your fucking mouth one more time to tell your kid that Kade Enterprises is going under, that’s the reason my father killed himself, and you’re going to buy it and change the title to Avoy Enterprises, I will yank your shares so fast, so ruthlessly, that your head will spin and you won’t be able to know what’s up and what’s down. Are you understanding me?”
He tried to bluster, but all he did was turn lobster red in the face and tug at the collar of his shirt so many times, he ripped some of the seams. “You can’t do that—”
“I can and I will. Mouthing off about bullshit you have no understanding of is one thing, but spreading that false narrative to your kid, who spread it to my kid. I had a teenage daughter come to me, asking me if we’re going to be poor and if that’s the reason my father killed himself. You violated company ethics and because of that, you’re banned from future meetings and social gatherings. I won’t force you to sell what small amount of shares you do have, but it’s so minuscule, you barely get a vote. I do have executive power to pull that vote you might’ve had in the future, which I’m enforcing because frankly, I don’t ever want to see your fucking face. The claim you let your daughter spread wasn’t just false, the thought that you’d be able to purchase enough shares in order to force a title change is beyond false. It’s ludicrous.”
The other members took note, sharing looks.
It was the first time they were witnessing this side of me.
Logan began snickering. “Slow clap for my brother, Mason Fucking Kade.” He leered at them around the table. “We handle things differently than our father. Also, to catch you up on another change in this meeting and future meetings, you’ll have noticed the absence of Phillip Moreaux. It seemed that between when he called for this meeting and now, he decided to sell his portion of shares to my brother.”
That got a ripple of attention. More alarm.
Logan smirked, standing up. “Any future business deals you have with Moreaux, I’d advise you to close. Anyone associated with Kade Enterprises will not be associated with Phillip Moreaux. We don’t do business with anyone that has mafia or cartel connections. That’s just not good for business.”
That also got their attention, and I had a strong feeling Moreaux would be losing partners and investors for all of his companies in the near future.
I shot Logan a look as we left. “Did you need to put it out there that blatantly? The connections you just shared are the very ones who helped us with Moreaux.”