As much as I worked to let this go and move on with my life, my family weren’t going to just sit back and let him get away with this.
“What are you thinking, Wave? I hear your brain working from here.”
Warren didn’t sound happy, likely because he knew the plan formulating in my head didn’t match his. A predator like Andrew won’t have changed. I was surprised he was married and had a kid so young.
“Reinhart always was obsessed with popularity and money. He liked to make sure everyone knew how much better he was. A bully, who taunted people all the time about being beneath him. And now he’s drooling over how much money he is making out of the club.”
“He stands to make a lot. We’ve already paid a substantial amount,” King mused, eyeing me suspiciously, but he was intrigued, no longer blinded by the rage as the other two men were.
“Again, Waverley, what are you thinking?” Warren asked.
“I’m willing to listen to what you think we ought to do to manage this,” King said to me. “Doesn’t mean I’ll follow through on it, but it’s obvious there is something on your mind.”
That admission in itself was huge. It wasn’t normal for a woman to have any say.
“I want to hit him where it hurts. I want to see him lose everything, his reputation, his money, his family. I want to see him in jail.”
“Do you think I’m going to let him get away with this by just sending him to jail? Sweetheart, that isn’t the way things work around here.”
“I know,” I snapped. “For once can you please just listen? This happened to me. If anything is going to happen about it now, I should get a say in it.”
“Didn’t just happen to you,” Hudson said, and it was if we were the only two people in the room. “That night ruined everything. He hurt you…” he ran a hand over his face, he didn’t say anything else, and we were all quiet for a moment.
But I wouldn’t be deterred, not now my mind was triggered by seeing him again.
“You just got a new tech genius patched in didn’t you?” I looked from Warren back to my father. “There is no doubt in my mind Andrew is screwing around on his wife, he’s that kind of sleazebag. Given what he said to me tonight, I’d be surprised if he hasn’t taken whatever the hell he feels like when he feels like it.
“If he loses the contract with the club for building those houses, that is a problem for his company because it involves a lot of money. Is thisthe only job he is working on right now, all of his resources tied up in it?”
“What did he say to you before?” Hudson got stuck on that part of what I had to say.
I waved it off forgetting I hadn’t elaborated on our conversation. “He just propositioned me. Makes sense I’m not the first.”
“That cunt,” Hudson gritted his teeth.
“What about the people he employs?” Warren asked, bringing the conversation back to the matter at hand. “They have families. We don’t want them out of work to get back at this prick.”
“You could set up your own construction company,” I said. “There is a lot of money in construction. If you steal away his skilled workforce, it could be big business for the club.”
King was listening to everything with a thoughtful expression. “If we go down that route, Cassie will have to let us know about contracts with Reinhart’s company.”
“You have contracts?” I asked.
“Of course we do,” Warren said, a bit of amusement in his voice. “You might not believe it sis, but we have a lot of legitimate dealings. Cassie deals with all the legal stuff. I could call her tomorrow about it?” he glanced at King, who nodded. “And Ransom could let us know about investing in a contractors firm. It doesn’t need to be long term, we could always help the workers find new jobs if it came down to that, if it turned out not to be cost-effective.”
I looked at Warren in surprise. He had always been smart, I knew he would have thrived in college, but it seemed like he hadn’t needed further education to prove he knew how to run things. Maybe being VP had a lot to do with that.
They discussed speaking with the club secretary about the type of money this would involve, and it surprised me they were as sober as they were. They had all been drinking and having a fun time until thirty minutes ago.
Yet, this idea of mine was gathering traction. Losing Andrew work wasn’t enough. He had to lose everything. I had a feeling if that wasn’t the outcome, Hudson might still try to shoot him.
And then he proved me right.
“I don’t give a fuck about construction workers, or new businesses. If you don’t want me to drive to that fucker’s house and blow a hole through his head, we need to talk about what the fuck we’re going to do tohurthim.”
I chewed on my lower lip as I watched him. It was obvious he cared. But was it just about getting back at Andrew? How did he feel about me now? Would he still hate me?
“Taking away his business and his family isn’t enough, I agree. It’s his reputation that would hurt him the most.”
