Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
There is no missing Riggs’ voice, it’s obvious, and it’s angry.
“I don’t know brother, I thought I brought them back home with me yesterday but fucked if I can find them, must have left them in here somewhere.”
That’s Remy’s voice.
They’re looking for the keys.
Fuck.
I glance down at them in my hand and close my eyes, praying to god they don’t come searching at the reception desk; if they do, this is all over.
“I’ll check the garage,” Riggs mutters. “You search in here.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Think, Gabby.
An idea springs to my mind, and I quietly pull out my phone as I hear Remy shuffling about near the filing cabinets in this office. I flick it onto silent and then text Remy.
G – Hey, are you missing some keys? I found some on the ground last night before you took off from Wildflowers. I forgot to ask you this morning.
It’s a risk, but it’s the only way I’m not getting busted right now. I hear Remy’s phone ping and then I hear him pause. I close my eyes, holding my breath. I keep my eyes on my phone, watching as he replies.
R – Is there three on the keyring?
G – Yeah. They yours?
R – Yep. Thank fuck. I’ll grab them this afternoon.
G – Looking forward to it.
I exhale as Remy yells out loudly, telling Riggs that he’s got them and it’s all good. A moment later, Riggs’ voice fills the space.
“Gabby has them,” Remy informs him. “Dropped them last night.”
“How the fuck did Gabby end up with them?”
“I was meetin’ up with her.”
“For what?”
“Does it matter?”
“Fuck me, brother. You ridin’ her already? You gotta chill with the fuckin’ women.”
Remy snorts. “Comin’ from you. Until you met Eve, you were hitting anything that moved.”
“Yeah, I hear you, but you’re really goin’ to the next level. She’s an employee of ours, you’re runnin’ the risk of things goin’ to shit.”
I’m an employee? That means they’re keeping me on, right?
I want to scream, but I don’t, I focus on breathing really quietly and not moving.
“She’s cool, Pres. You gotta trust me on that.”
Aw, he thinks I’m cool?
“You know anything about her?”
“Why do I need to know shit about her?” Remy questions, his voice gruff.
“You saw what happened to Beckett.”
“I’m good. Let’s go, I gotta be back by three.”
“For what?”
“Fuck me, Pres, you’re full of questions today. So I can take Gabby to my fuckin’ bed and spend the night ridin’ her, because the girl is a fuckin’ animal. Any other questions?”
My cheeks go red.
Riggs answers but I can’t hear his response because they’ve left the office. I wait for a good twenty minutes before climbing out from underneath the desk. Only when I’m certain the coast is clear do I leave the building and get the hell out of there.
I go straight home to show my father what I’ve found. I’ll prove him wrong, I’ll prove them all wrong, I’ll get the information they need and do it so fucking well they’ll wish they included me in this family a lot sooner.
“I got what you wanted,” I say, busting into my father’s office without knocking.
“Jesus Christ, Gabriella,” he barks, slamming his phone down, “ever heard of knocking.”
“Can’t say I have.” I grin, then hand him my phone. “I think you’ll be interested in these."
He flicks through the screen, and then looks up at me. “It’s a bunch of invoices.”
“Wrong, it’s not. Have a closer look at them, they’re not how the invoices in that place are worded and the amounts are larger, far larger. That’s not legit.”
He looks again, and his brows go up. “Clever,” he murmurs.
“I know I am, thank you.” I smirk.
He glares at me. “I mean what he’s doing.”
Yes.
I know that.
“This makes sense,” he says, more to himself than me, “if he’s running money through the business, it stays clean. He can hide it away and nobody will find it. Leave this with me, I’m going to find out who these people are that he’s dealing with.”
“I got the names and contact numbers,” I say. “Third photo across.”
He swipes, and then nods. “Send them to me. Good work.”
Did my father just praise me?
“Did you just tell me I did a good job?”
“Don’t be dramatic, Gabriella. I can tell you when you’ve done well.”
“Oh, I know you can, but you’ve never done it before.”
He exhales. “You interrupted my phone call. I’ve got work to do. You can leave.”
“Such a wonderful chat, as always,” I say sarcastically. “Does that mean I’m still on the case?”
He nods, waving a hand at me to leave.
I do, but I do it with a grin.
I’m killing it.
7
“NO MORE.” I LAUGH, shoving Remy away. “I’ve had enough, my vagina feels like it has been hit with a small truck, and I feel like walking tomorrow.”
Remy grins, looking down at me, his hard body propped up over mine, his biceps either side of my head, his cock resting between my legs. My attempt at pushing him away was a waste of time. He needs to chill out, though. I came here at three, and we got right into it. It’s now three in the morning and we’ve fucked a total of four times, and oh, what a night it has been, but I’m exhausted, and I need a few hours sleep before I have to go in and work.