I fire my tablet back up, along with the cellular device that I repurposed for satellite connectivity. Moving the latter item out the window, I again search for a solid link. Once the bars pop up, I click on the tablet’s internet icon and then watch as that remaining bar slowly loads.
This had better work, I think, nervous that it’s going to make me start all over again since the connection was interrupted.
But after two nerve-racking minutes, I receive the sweetest of messages.100% Complete.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. “It’s done.”
I check several screens, needing to be absolutely certain.
However, every record shows the right set of names.
We own the town.
Widows Peak is ours.
It’s all legal on paper. All the deeds are evenly dispersed between the six of us. Bought and paid for through means I’ll never tell them about.
Hell, I might not even share the deeds part.
All they need to know is that we’ll be safe there, nestled in the mountains of Colorado.
Gideon and his goons will never be able to touch us again.
Not that I’m concerned about him and his criminal underworld. The one I just stole all this money from is much, much worse.
But they’ll never find out that it was me.
I’m good at what I do.
And it’s not like they’ll miss the funds.
Lazarus Ferraro is rich beyond sin. His organization is constantly moving money around, both legally and illegally. I just skimmed a little… off the top.
It was for a good cause, I think.Plus, it gave me an opportunity to provide some sweet revenge.
The Ferraros have history with my family.
History that I just honored in the best way possible.
Smiling, I shut everything down for the last time. This project is finally done. And next week, we’ll escape.
Widows Peak… here we come…
CHAPTER ONE
LARK
Current Day, Widows Peak
It’stime to come home, Aurora.
I bite my lip as I read the message for the fiftieth time. It hasn’t changed. Not that I expected it to. But part of me keeps hoping it’ll disappear. Not exist.Go. Away.
“Ugh.” I pick up my coffee and take a sip, wishing the caffeine would ease the ache growing inside.
“Ughis right,” Luna says as she plops down across from me at the bakery cafe. “I don’t know how you drink it like that.”
I glance at my cup of heavenly liquid and look back up at her. “You mean… you don’t know how I drink coffee the way it’s intended to be enjoyed?”
