“Fuck it,” I snarl into the empty room after a minute of debating with myself on what the fuck to do. The second the folder opens, my jaw hits the floor and pain explodes inside my chest at the sight of pictures, videos, copies of my bank statements.
I click open one of the documents and read over the contents. My stomach falls out of my ass. I scrollthrough all of them and click on one of the videos. Everything inside me freezes and bile rushes up my throat, forcing me to race into the bathroom to empty the contents of my stomach.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
NICK
“Where the fuck is she?” Chris snaps from beside me.
I look down at my watch and grit my teeth, it’s two minutes to ten and she was supposed to meet us here at nine-thirty for the meeting. The board and the others are in the conference room waiting for us.
“I don’t know. Sharon said she was off sick yesterday and she’s always on time—” I clamp my mouth shut when the elevator doors open to reveal Holly. My eyes are as wide as fucking saucers at the sight of her. Her long raven hair is curled and loose, her green eyes appear brighter, thanks to the makeup she wears. Her lips are painted a bright shade of red, but it’s the sight of the white dress she wears that hugs her perfect curves that has me staring. It’s cut low in the front to expose the swell of her tits. The skyscraper red heels she wears gives her a fucking edge.
She stalks toward the three of us with purpose. Hereyes don’t hold that same light look they normally do when she looks at us. She looks angry and ready to burn shit down. I expect her to stop and say hello to us, but instead she steps around Saint, pushes the door open and stalks into the room like she owns the fucking place.
“What the fuck…” Saint breathes out as he follows her inside. Chris and I are hot on his heels. Holly moves to the other end of the table and scoffs at the sight of her name tag that has her seated in the middle. She claims the seat at the head of the oval table, leaving me and Chris to sit on either side of her. Saint claims his place by my brother.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Chester bellows from his end of the table. I sneak a glance at Holly and frown when I see she isn’t shocked to see her ex here. I glance over at Chris and Saint to see they both look just as perplexed as I am, but I’m not gonna call her on it in front of these fuckers.
Holly leans forward and staples her fingers, then rests her chin on top of them. “Oh, darling.” I growl at her for calling him a pet name. “Are you intimidated by little ole me?” she taunts.
Chester’s face turns red. His father places a hand on his shoulder, telling him to calm the fuck down without uttering a word. Chester Sr. looks like shit, it’s clear to anyone with eyes that he only has a matter of weeks before he kicks the bucket. I shake my head, thefact he got his ass off his death bed to be here just shows how much of a cunt he really is.
“You two know each other?” Chester Sr. asks, his voice tinged with pain.
Holly smiles and nods, then shoots Chester a wink. “Sure do.” I frown at her, I’ve never seen her act like this before.
“We more than know each other,” that little cunt adds, making my brother, Saint and I snarl at him.
Holly waves us all off and smiles, but there is an evil tint to it which puts me on edge. This room is filled with our lawyers, Chester’s team, and both of our board members. If she is about to have a breakdown, this is not the fucking place to do it! I reach out to touch her arm and she jerks away, shooting me a seething look that has me recoiling.
“I don’t have much time to waste,” Chester Sr. says, drawing our attention back to him. “This merger cannot go ahead,” he says matter of factly
“Actually,” Saint says, pulling the focus to him. “It can and it will. You’re bankrupt and would rather cut your nose to spite your face than sign off on this, because you know it will help me.”
Chester Sr.’s upper lip pulls back in a snarl. “I agreed to this meeting as a courtesy to your brother.” I watch Holly's reaction to learning that Saint is Chester’s brother, but she’s a vault. There is no shock, anger or hurt, just a stoic look of indifference.
“Congratulations, you got your assout of bed to appease your dipshit of a son, just to piss the other one off that you hate. Sign the fucking papers, Dad, your legacy will be down the fucking drain if you don’t and you and I both know that your favorite kid snorts too much coke and gambles every cent to his name.” Both Chesters growl.
“This is my company and you aren’t taking it from me, you fucking dick sucker!” Chester Jr. roars.
Anger swirls inside me at his insult. Saint shakes his head while Chris laughs and smacks his hand down on the table, making everyone jolt in fright.
“Oh, how long have you been saving that one, you little shit?” Chris says in a sarcastic tone, but both Saint and I know my twin is anything but calm right now. Not a lot bothers him in life, except fucking with me and his boyfriend. When Chester Jr. opens his mouth, Chris cuts him off before he can even utter a word. “You want to throw insults around, then you throw them at me, because the next time you come at my man with any shade, I will smash your fucking head through that wall.”
Everyone around us begins to break out in shouts and protests, Holly, Saint, Chris and I all remain seated and calm. I’ll back my brother till the day I die and the same goes for Saint. If you come for one of us, then you best be ready for the three of us to come back at you.
“Shut up!” Holly shouts. Everyone in the room looks at her in shock. “Sit the hell down, we’re here todiscuss business not your messy ass family dynamic.” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling—her taking charge and commanding a room full of power has me hard for her.
“Watch your tone, sweetheart,” her ex warns.
Holly rolls her eyes. “Or what?” she taunts.
Chester Sr. leans over and whispers in his son’s ear. Whatever he says has the little cunt grinning like the Joker.
He clears his throat before he speaks. “My father and I would like for everyone to clear the room except for my brother, Holly and his friends.” The others grumble their displeasure, but do as they were asked and exit the room. When we’re alone, Saint’s dipshit of a brother stands, then moves toward the door and clicks a button on the wall that has shutters rolling down to offer us some privacy. For what? No fucking idea.
The little shit snatches the remote off the table in front of his father and clicks a button that has the TV on the wall turning on.
