Page 146 of Wicked Games

“Why?” My eyes widen as the truth dawns on me. “You’re after his assets. You want my shares in the company.”

“They should be mine anyway,” he says bitterly. “I’ve given my entire life to the company, and Dad gives him an equal split of shares with me? And now you’ve got his and the brats and your own. It’s not fair.”

“And that will make me the primary shareholder when Grandpa dies,” I say as the pieces all click into place. “You’re going to kill me so you get all the shares after he dies.”

“As it should have always been.” He waves the gun at the papers in my hand. “Sign them, now.”

Just then, my phone pings with a notification. I instinctively reach for it.

“Stop.” He holds out his free hand. “Give it to me.”

I pull it out of my pocket, but before I hand it to him, I give it three quick but firm shakes.

He gives me a strange look and takes it. “Now sign them.”

“And if I do, you’ll let me go?”

He huffs out a laugh. “Of course not. But I’d rather you sign them without me having to bloody up my floors convincing you.”

“So you’re going to shoot me if I don’t do it, but then you’ll just shoot me after I do it.”

He waves the gun at the papers again. “Essentially. Now sign them before I get impatient.”

“I never took you for the killing type,” I say casually and flip to the first page again. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Just sign them.”

“I am.” I scribble my old signature on the first line. I haven’t used it in years, and it should trigger some sort of second look if he gets away with this. Hopefully he doesn’t notice. “I’m just saying there’s a difference between ordering a kill and doing it yourself.”

“Stop talking and sign.” He steps closer to me and presses the gun against my forehead. “Now.”

31

KILLIAN

“Not to sound paranoid or anything,”Jace says a few minutes after Felix disappears into the house. “But my Spidey sense is going a bit nuts right now.”

“Mine too,” I admit and glance back at the twins.

Jax nods. “I don’t like any of what’s happening right now.”

“I’ve gone over Felix’s financials with a fine-toothed comb,” Jace says. “Everything is in order. There’s literally not a single uncrossed T or undotted I anywhere in his paperwork. The only reason he’d have to sign something is if the terms are being changed.”

“What about his uncle?” I ask Jax.

He’s already told me everything he found out, but with his pattern recognition skills, it’s not unusual for him to figure out links that I never would have made myself after hearing the information again.

“On paper, he’s exactly what you’d expect,” Jax says. “Never been married, no kids. No record, and according to all his financials, he’s a stand-up guy who works hard and has a charity that actually gives to the causes it says it will and doesn’t just launder cash.”

“And off paper?” I ask. “What’s your gut telling you?”

“That he’s shady as fuck, and it’s a really big coincidence that he’s the only one out of the whole family who isn’t dead or has someone trying to kill him.”

“Even the grandfather?” I ask.

Jax nods. “Someone blew up his car last week. He wasn’t in it, or even in the vicinity at the time, but it was a huge security breach that someone could get close enough to plant the bomb.”

“Did they find who did it?” Jace asks, and I can practically see the wheels turning in his head as he processes what his brother is telling us.

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