Page 41 of Unmasked Rivalry
“How do you know he didn’t watch you guys come in here?” I ask as I help carry a box.
“Got eyes on him, he’s at an auction today,” Wolfe tells me, throwing an empty drum down.
We finish up and I choose not to ask any more questions. Well, except one. “This isn’t going to blow up while I sleep, is it?”
Knox shakes his head. “Nah.”
Well, I fucking hope not. I eat lunch with the boys, pizza and soda, and for an hour we shoot the shit. I let myself fall into it, because as long as the sun is shining and the kitchen is full of laughter and dirty jokes, all of this, Harper’s death, the coming inferno, my own involvement, feels impossibly far away.
“We’ll keep you updated,” Wolfe finally tells me, as he heads out the door, the guys following him. “Keep doin’ what he asks, don’t let him roam the house, and you’ll be good.”
Right, don’t let him figure out we are building a fucking meth lab in the basement to end his damn life.
“Can I ask one more thing,” I call and Wolfe pauses, turning.
“I know my brother is innocent, and I know he isn’t safe in there...I want you to help me clear his name, to get him out.”
There is a thick silence and Wolfe’s eyes flash in Knox’s direction quickly, before he offers a sharp nod. “We’ll see what we can do.”
Then, they’re gone, leaving Knox and me alone again.
“What now?” I ask.
“Now, we keep fucking,” he murmurs, pulling me to him. “Gotta keep up the act.”
I shove him away with a laugh. “My poor vagina can’t take it. Stay on your side, biker.”
He grins and my heart skips a beat.
God damn, I’m falling for Harper’s man.
Hard.
11
“All you have to do is sign the papers I give you and look the other way,” Ralston thrusts a heap of papers at me as he stands in my kitchen, yet again.
I glare at him. “Yeah, I think I got that. But I am asking if this is going to blow back on me because I don’t feel like getting arrested.”
He grins. “Don’t want to join your brother in prison, then? I hear the meals are quite good.”
The urge to punch him in the face is actually overwhelming.
“If you’re done,” I grind out. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“My men are loading four cattle. They will go for a good price, and when the invoices come through, you will adjust accordingly.”
I nod.
“I’ll be in touch with the next steps. Until then, you need to access your uncle’s bank accounts. I’m quite certain it has all been left to you.”
Oh, it has, but I have avoided that conversation with every single chance I get. I already know there is a good amount of money there just waiting for my signature, but all I wanted to do was fix this place up, sell it, and never have to hear about it again.
I didn’t ask for any of this. I certainly didn’t want the drama that came with it.
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
Ralston leans against the counter. “Well, I’m sure it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that this business was runningthrough your uncle, and now he has gone, that money belongs to you, and so does the business. To make it look legit, it has to go through the correct channels, so you’ll need to sort that out.”
