The Damaged (The Insiders Trilogy #2) Read Online Tijan

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Insiders Trilogy Series by Tijan
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
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Peter winced. Again.

I ignored it. Again. “He comes in and wins, Bailey is dead, or worse.” His face closed up, and I was content to let him sit on that, think on that. “It’s not escaped anyone’s attention you shipped Marie off for an extended vacation. Why?”

He didn’t answer, his face shifting away.

“Peter.”

He remained quiet.

“On Matt’s bender, he had breakfast at the estate. He noticed, even while drinking. He went to Hawking and shared his revelation with Bailey. She shared with me. She’s gone back to the house, something I know she’s in turmoil about, because she wants to see her little brother and sister but she does not want to see a Quinn look-alike there, and especially one standing in the back and lurking.”

Now Peter looked up. His nostrils flared. “Payton does not lurk.”

Why those nostrils flared on that point was something I would tuck away and turn over later. “She makes Bailey uncomfortable, and because I know the second reason for your visit, I’m just going to give you my report. Your daughter is still struggling. She loves school, something I’m assuming you understand, but she’s not keeping it together. She’s acting like she is. She’s convinced herself she is. She’s not, and it is killing me that I am unable to give her the attention she needs from me.”

Those nostrils had calmed, and his Adam’s apple moved up and down before he coughed to clear his throat. He ran a hand down his tie, then leaned forward in his seat. “Those restraining orders are a wake-up call.”

I sat back. “Restraining orders won’t do shit against my grandfather.”

“But they’re paperwork. Paperwork is—”

“Not currency my grandfather adheres to. He is in bed with corrupt government leaders. He’s here. He’s attempting to battle me in old-school ways, buying up shares in companies he thinks I want, trying to get shares of companies you and I both own. He’s trying to get to Bailey for the mere fact to scare her. He has not clued in, either, that I’m not playing that way. I am taking a page from Bailey’s playbook.”

Interest sparked in his gaze.

“I’m letting him underestimate me, but there’ll be a time where he realizes he’s losing. He’ll get angry and he’ll explode. I’m trying to cover all bases so when he does explode, everyone I love is safe.”

Peter let my words sink in.

I hated this. It made my stomach churn. He had helped raise me, but there were facets of Peter that were not there. Being monogamous and being proactive in areas outside of technology were two that he struggled with. It was unfair of me to expect him to know how to physically disarm an attacker or, if need be, to pick up their gun and shoot them in the head with it. I wasn’t asking that of him.

He let out a deep sigh. “What do you need from me?”

“I need you to be a father.”

His eyelids shuttered. He looked as if I’d struck him.

“Check in with Matt. That bender happened for a reason. Make it right with him. Check in with your daughter. She needs a father right now, and I know she’s walling off her mother, and I haven’t approached that topic with her yet. I looked into her schedule. She overloaded herself so she would finish within twelve months.”

“What? That’s too much, even for her.”

“Exactly. Figure out why, and tell me.” Though I had a strong guess as to why. “Then help her as her father. She just got you. Let her actually have you.”

He gestured to my computer, my desk. “Is there anything else I can help with?”

I wheeled back my chair, but just watched him.

He waited.

“When I have reports sent to you, read them or listen to them and move on them. I send them to you for a reason.”

He let that digest before clipping his head up and down. “Got it. You sent another one over this morning. I’ll listen to it on the way to check in with Matthew.”

That was it.

He came.

He tried to help.

I schooled him on how he wasn’t helping. And now we would see if he did.

Now he left.

If I were to guess, I wouldn’t be surprised if Bailey shared that she got a surprise call or visit from her father.

My phone rang.

“Yeah?”

“Kashton?”

This was a call I never wanted to take.

“Victoria.”

She was hesitant, but then asked, “Can we meet for lunch? There’s something I need to talk to you about. About … about your grandfather.”

I looked at my screen, seeing the latest report that one of my private investigators had sent me. It was the amount her grandfather was in debt to my grandfather, but I highly doubted this was what she wanted to talk to me about.

With that, I knew what I would do, and I knew I wouldn’t tell Bailey, and I could only hope it didn’t come back to bite me in the ass.


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