Page 22 of Midnight Legacy

“Not anymore,” I replied. “I found a new family, one that stays by my side because they want to be here.”

“I never knew about Frank and Elise.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. If you want the house, you can have it. I’ll have Mum and Dad’s belongings removed.”

“Do you think I want a fucking house?” His voice rose and the bad variety of goosebumps rose on my flesh. “I don’t give a shit if you burn it down.”

“What do you want?” Everyone seemed to want something from me lately and it was all connected to those keys and the safety deposit boxes.

“I agreed to walk away years ago because it was your father’s wishes. He’s not here to stop me anymore.”

“No. He’s not. My father is dead along with my mother and sister. I’m tired and don’t want to discuss this right now. Their memories are all I have, and I refuse to let anyone taint them.”

“None of us are perfect,” he snapped. “Not even your precious father.”

“Enough! I have a new life, one where I’m no longer Cassandra Jenkins. She died in the crash with her parents and sister. It’s best to leave the dead to sleep.”

“If only we could, Cassandra. Unfortunately, you are the heir to our family throne and only you have the power to access certain information.”

“No thanks, I’ll pass.”

“It doesn’t work like that. In our world, power is passed down through families.”

We’d kept my pregnancy a secret, but the world would know soon enough. “This isn’t my fight, Uncle Dan. I’m pregnant, so you’ll have to deal with Xavier as I need to rest. I’d ask you to leave my parents’ memory alone.”

“That fucker! He did this deliberately to control you…”

Xavier lifted the phone and put it to his ear, cancelling the speakerphone. “I don’t give a fuck who you think you are or how big a fish you are in your small pond. If you ever speak to my wife like that again, I’ll cut your dick off and make you eat it before killing you. Do I make myself clear? Good. Then, I’ll continue this conversation at our meeting on Saturday. Have a pleasant evening.”

He terminated the call.

“Do you often make people eat their own dicks?” I asked.

Jordan laughed. “Nah, that’s a messy business. They tend to piss on you first.”

I glowered at him and Megan stared at Jordan as if he’d spontaneously started speaking a different language.

“Jay doesn’t like body fluids on his boots,” Xavier agreed.

“You two disturb me,” I muttered and received a wink from my husband. “You need counselling.”

Ash chuckled darkly. “Dear therapist, I cut a man’s dick off and made him eat it but he pissed on my shoes. What do you advise to take the stain out?”

All eyes moved to Ash, who shrugged and lifted his bottle of beer.

“Sodium bicarbonate is good for stains,” I deadpanned.

“I’ll remember that.” He saluted me with his bottle.

“On that happy note, I think it’s time we all got some sleep,” Xavier intervened. “The opening is tomorrow night and we all need to be up there early to ensure everything is running smoothly.”

“I’ve put extra security on and have all the hidden cameras activated on motion detectors.” Jordan stretched while talking.

“Please do not tell me you have cameras in the pleasure rooms,” I said.

His grin made me recoil in horror.

“They’re activated by the people in the room, as some people like to video themselves,” Xavier intervened, throwing Jordan a dark scowl. “All participants have to consent. They’re active as part of the security system when we’re closed.”

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