“When it comes to me?” She raises a brow at her brother. Although I doubt she considers him as one. “Oh, you mean when—”
Wait… no. Jesus! Fuck no.
“—he dragged me out of his room and banned me from the club properties for a month? When you stood by and said nothing? Like then?”
Blood drains from my face. She omitted the part where I humiliated her with the way I dragged her out naked. I can see memory washing over her in a shiver.
With everything going on, how could I forget that onesin that changed the way Charlotte ever looked at me? I remember when we went to grab her from Sinful Chugs. Confident in our investigation she was skimming the register. All I can see now is her horrified face whimpering her brother’s legal name.
What I don’t remember is my thought process. What was it? The jumbled words from Ryder saying he had confirmed the deposits into her and Glory’s bank accounts, were the only things running in my head.
I stare at Wolf who is equally at loss for words.
“Charlotte, can we—”
She cuts me off. “Let’s just get this conversation over with. Whatever you do with this club and its members doesn’t matter to me anymore.”
With that last parting shot, she shoulder-checks Wolf and sprints toward his office. Leaving me and my Prez wondering what the fuckcan we do that seems even remotely in favor of our true self. Our… guilt.
A few minutes later, Charlotte, Wolf, and I settle into our chairs. I can feel nervous energy coming off of Charlotte.
Wolf isn’t faring any better, because he keeps opening and closing a certain folder on his desk. “I’ll just…” He sighs, diggingthe heels of his palms into his already wrecked eyes. “I’ll just go out and readthis statement, okay?”
I sneak a glance at Charlotte who is completely rigid by this point. Wolf has gone through most of Savage’s will, including the funeral arrangements and cremation directives. But all she reacted with was boredom, at best.
Wolf clears his throat nervously. “To my sole heir, Dane Alexander Wentley, I leave one hundred percent of the following: my property assets, the stocks and the profits incurred from all the shares I own in the seventeen companies under my name, and my businesses under the corporation, Wardens Inc.” He looks up at her briefly. “That’s the club, really, and its associated businesses.”
She’s frowning at the table now, arms still crossed, eyes failing to stay in one spot.
“There’s more, but nothing that’s…” Wolf swallows hard, as if the words are as unfailingly futile as the letters he keeps sending his sister.
My mind whirrs with possibilities of what this means. The bastard left nothing for Charlotte. Even had the audacity to call Dane his sole heir. The only.
Fucking hell.Does that mean—
Charlotte scoffs, and I can see the tears pooling in her eyes even as she tries to shrug. “Makes sense why he treated me like I was nothing to this MC. I actually wasn’t, huh. He’s not my father, I’m guessing? I’m nothing, then? Yeah?”
My mouth parts at the way her immediate thoughts form. This is her onlylogical conclusion. I know it’s mine too—and probably Wolf’s—but the amount of self-focus it takes to arrive at this? I’m in awe of her. And thoroughly devastated.
Wolf narrows his eyes. “You are. You’re still my sister, Charlotte.”
“Half-sister.”
“My sister,” he grits out. “It doesn’t matter because he never explicitly said it, but—”
“It’s implied, Wolf,” she says, her voice taking a resigned tone I don’t like. “I didn’t need it anyway. Not his inheritance, not the stakes in the club, not the love he didn’t even have—”
“He didn’t love you, sure. In fact, he wasn’t capable of it, anyway, Charlotte.” I finally speak up, my voice hardened to stone. “But he’s not the one building this club anymore. You’re Wardens’. End of.” I say it with more confidence than I feel, but I’m thoroughly put in my place when she plants a deadpan stare at me. I hear Wolf, but my focus is on the way she’s dissecting my actions and words.
“It doesn’t matter what… Savage thought. You’re my sister regardless. And I won’t… I won’t let harm come to you, Charlotte.”
Her frown deepens before she looks over at her brother. “I understand I’m not entirely safe anywhere, but I’ll need you to be transparent. Apart from Glory, who’safter me? What club was she with? I need to know.”
“Ryder is still checking—” I start, but I’m effectively cut off by Wolf’s sharp tongue.
“I won’t hide anything from you. We think the patch you drew belongs to Hell’s Army.”
I hear her gasp, her eyes widening. And I know she knows who they are.
