“So no one of significance.”
“Precisely.” I finish braiding the second braid, securing it with the tie, then softly touching the two strands. Blair brings them forward, then turns to look at me.
“Thank you,” she smiles, pecking my lips.
“What have I told you about thanking me?”
“Sorry.”
“About apologizing, too.”
She rolls her eyes, but a soft laugh follows. She climbs on the bed, sitting next to me, biting the inside of her cheek. It’s something she always does when she’s deep in thought, and I can tell just how focused she is. And fucking adorable.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Well, if we take Woods out, what happens to his business?”
“He has two thick trust funds for his children that they will access once they turn thirty, or after they marry, whichever comes first. The rest would also go to them, since there’s no one else. Men like him always have wills, so who knows?”
“Is there a way we can get that money?”
I lift a curious brow. “You want his dirty money?”
“As opposed to your clean one?” She deadpans, and I clamp my mouth shut. “But, I don’t want it for myself. There are too many homeless people, too many people dying all over the world. I’d want all of his money donated to various charities. The money’s dirty, but we’re talking hundreds of millions, if not billions, here. We can help a lot of people with that.”
I don’t have to think about it twice before nodding. The idea’s solid and for a great cause. Knowing Blair, it comes just fromthe desire to help the less fortunate ones and, perhaps, help people who are in a similar position as her — dealing with trauma and trying to heal.
“Alright,” I lean in, kissing her forehead. “We’ll do that. I’ll see how much of his money I can get.”
“Perfect. When do we leave?”
I check the clock on the wall, doing mental mathematics.
“We’ll go to the base around seven to regroup and start from there. But before that, you and I need to go somewhere.”
Blair’s brow rises. “Where? Are we going to see Noelle?”
I shake my head.
We’ve gone to see Mom every single day this past week, especially after what happened to Amy. I tightened the security by a lot, and there’s always at least four men with Mom in the room at all times.
What worries me the most is that her state remains unchanged. Her heart has started to heal, but she’s still in a coma. The doctors are waiting for my permission to wake her up, but I won’t do a damn thing before I talk to Dad about it. She’s my mother, and I love her more than words can describe, but she’s his wife — the love of his life. I won’t take away the choice from him.
“No, not today, butterfly.” I smile, and she looks puzzled.
“Then?”
“Well, you do have a father-in-law, too.”
At the mention of Hudson, Blair’s eyes light up. A beaming smile decorates her face, and she immediately hops off the bed, then heads straight into the kitchen.
Quickly, I pull on a random pair of sweatpants, following behind her. This apartment is fucking small; it’s driving me insane. I can’t wait to go back to my penthouse, and the fact that I didn’t sleep at all last night doesn’t help. Soon, I’ll take my butterfly home.
“What are you doing?”
I lean against the doorframe of the small kitchen and watch as Blair pulls out everything from the fridge, inspecting the ingredients that fill out the kitchen counter. Her brows narrow slightly, and it’s as though an idea pops into her mind, because she heads straight to work.
“I haven’t visited Hudson since he got imprisoned,” she explains, then whisks out a wooden cutting board and a big kitchen knife. “I want to bring him homemade food. Can we get that inside?”
