Page 65 of Stolen Sun

“I’m not trying to shake them down, Zander. We’re going to take them out right where we fucking find them,” I snarl.

“Where do you want to start?”

“Grant Holdings,” I snap and hang up.

An hour later, Zander and I are walking into the lobby of Grant Holdings. The receptionist looks between us with a seductive smile.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen, it would be my pleasure to help you,” she draws out.

Zander props his arms on the counter and gives her a fuckboy grin. “Mm, I think you’re just right.”

She blushes and bites her bottom lip. Zander eats this shit up, and girls fall all over themselves every time. He looks like a surfer from California, but his ice blue eyes and tattoos give him a dangerous edge.

“What can Idofor you?” She asks, leaning toward him.

He reaches out to wipe his thumb just below her eye and blows on it. She visibly shivers as he explains, “Eyelash.”

Clearing his throat, he says, “Mr. Grant Williams is expecting us.”

She stands. “Let me show you to the elevator.” Then, she turns to lead us to the elevator making sure we have a full view of her ass.

After she punches in the access code, she blocks the opening door. Zander steps into her and chucks her chin. “Thanks, babe,” he says, side-stepping her.

When the elevator closes, I shake my head at him.

“I do it all for the cause,” he says, holding his arms out wide.

I chuckle. Then, we ride the elevator the rest of the way in silence. When the door slides open, we walk out to a floor filled with offices and board rooms. We set a fast pace toward the corner office. Zander’s tattoos earn us a few glances, but no one stops us.

As soon as we’re both inside of Grant’s office, Zander closes and locks the door. He closes the blinds while I close the distance to Grant, ripping the phone out of his hand before he can alert security.

His eyes widen, and he holds up his hands.

“I’m sure we can figure this out if you boys want to tell me what this is about,” he offers.

I pull out the drive and hold it up in the air.

“How did you get that?! What have you done with Noel?!” He bellows and stands.

I scoff. “You’re going to transfer that Cordeliers account out of her name and into Isaiah’s where it belongs. Right now.”

“That can’t be done without her consent,” he says, raising his chin.

“Scribble. Her fucking name. On the dotted line!” I shout and step around his desk to close the distance between us.

I pull out my knife and flip it open. Might as well start crossing fuckers off the list right here and now.

“Whoa! Calm down. I’m going to need to understand your relationship to my daughter-in-law and if she knows you are here,” he says, stalling.

“Not your concern. All you need to know is that you will die right here in this room if you don’t take her name off of every fucking account that has any attachments to Cordeliers, Isaiah Canton, and Veronica Panetti.” I slam him into his chair and rip his shirt open with my knife.

“What is on that drive?!” He screams at me.

I scoff at that. “Zander, he doesn’t know. You believe that?”

“Nope. Sure don’t,” he says from behind me.

“Noel showed me that drive on Sunday when she asked me to let her into the boxes I kept from Nate’s office.” He looks from me to Zander. When we don’t speak, he continues, “I know about her meeting with Jaclyn.”

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