Page 145 of Wildest Forever

But not now.

Sure, years down the line our kids may decide to sell, but until then, I’ll be fighting to my last dying breath to make sure no one gets their hands on my legacy.

On my families legacy.

Ontheirlegacy.

Climbing the three steps, my boots hit the wooden porch, and I knock softly on the door.

I wait for what feels like hours before Nate opens the door.

“Pacey, all okay?” he asks and I can hear the chatter of company.

“I need a minute,” I step forward and Nate looks over his shoulder before stepping aside and letting me in. I give him a nod and take my cap off, holding it in my hands.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, his hands fisting into his pockets.

“Can you look into a couple of people for me?” and Nate smirks.

“Sure thing.”

“Luke Montgomery, Marty Styles, and Dixie Walker.”

He blinks at me.

“Dixie as in…”

“Dixie as in…” I repeat and roll my lips. “It’s not about her man, but I need to know what comes up when you search her, can you do that for me?”

Nate nods and slips his phone out as he makes a note.

“Nate,” a loud British accent booms around the large entrance hall and I see a greying blond man stop in the archway of I am assuming the dining room.

“Xavi, this is Pacey.”

“The other Rivera boy, we have met before,” his lips twitch before he steps forward and holds his hand out for me to shake, which I do, gladly.

“That’s me,” he drops my hand and then looks to Nate. “Really sorry to just show up unannounced but I needed someone like Nate to help me.”

“You in trouble?” his odd color eyes burn into mine.

“I’ve been in trouble since the moment I was born,” I admit on a sigh and try and have a chuckle.

He laughs and Nate gives the smallest smile.

“Just some issues with suits… won’t bore you with the details,” I run my hand over my hair and Xavier looks to Nate then to me.

“We can help, I used to work in a similar sector to Nates,” and I see Nate raise a brow then look at Xavier and back to me.

“Wouldn’t say they were similar Xavi, you helped clean up messes when things went to shit.”

“Pretty much what you did was it not?” Xavier smirks and rocks into the ball of his feet, hands still tucked into his suit pant pockets.

“Now, now children,” Titus’ deep voice booms around the room and Nate rolls his eyes.

“Ah, Titty.”

“Xavi,” he grunts as he stands beside him.

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