Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Marnie’s green orbs darkened to nearly black, and I gritted my teeth when I realized that the idea of being spanked was turning her on. I slammed the door shut before I gave in to my urge to fuck her against the wall.
This had better be fucking worth it, I thought as I stomped back to the car.
I was still in a foul mood when I entered Fox’s office fifteen minutes later. Maverick leaned against the wall behind Fox’s desk, the two of them in deep discussion.
“Am I gonna get to kill that fucker?” I snarled as I stalked over to the couch and dropped onto it.
Mav turned his head and peered over at me. “Maybe.”
I perked up at his answer, having expected the opposite response.
“Unlikely,” Fox grunted, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.
Glaring at Mav, I grumbled, “Don’t give me false hope when this asshole just pulled me away from my woman and our bed.”
My attention was diverted when a couple more enforcers walked into the room. Deviant was our resident tech genius, and Stone had been a lawyer before joining the Iron Rogues. He quit seeing other clients once he patched, choosing to only use those skills for the club.
Stone stalked over to the sitting area and plopped down into a chair across from me. His expression was grim as he leaned forward and tossed a stack of papers in front of me.
I picked it up and frowned as I scanned the document, confused as to why I was looking at an insurance policy.
“Why am—” I stopped when I got to the name of the insured. “What the fuck?”
“This can’t be real.”
“It’s legit,” Stone muttered. “Marnie took out an insurance policy on you.”
“Bullshit,” I spat.
Stone held up his hand and shook his head. “I said that wrong. I meant that someone pretending to be Marnie took out an insurance policy on you. But I gotta say, it’s a damn good forgery. I’m not sure we can even prove it wasn’t her.”
“Better find a fucking way,” I growled. Snatching up the papers, I scanned the first page. “You think Franks did this?”
“He wants that property, and apparently, he’s figured out that it will only happen over your dead body,” Deviant piped up from the loveseat pushed up against my right.
“Look on page seven,” Stone urged.
I flipped through the stack until I found it. A cursory glance told me why Stone had directed me to that page. “You have to be fucking kidding me.”
“Nope. Everything goes to her unless your death is declared a homicide and the beneficiary is a suspect. Then all of your assets will go into a trust. If she’s convicted, or anything else happens to her, then the trustee will control everything.”
“Not seeing how this all fits together,” I muttered, shuffling through the rest of the documents.
“Take a look at the name of the trustee,” Deviant suggested.
“Sam Frankel?”
Deviant had opened a laptop he’d brought with him and after a few clicks, he set it on the low coffee table in front of me. “It took some digging, but I eventually connected the dots and got my hands on the legal paperwork for the name change.”
“Keith Franks used to be Sam Frankel?”
Deviant nodded. “He legally changed it when he was eighteen, but he still uses his old surname as an alias. I hate to admit this about that motherfucker, but he was smart and kept the two names completely unrelated to each other.” Then he shrugged, and his lips lifted cockily at the corners. “I’m just smarter.”
“Okay. So it’s clear that Franks intends to get rid of me,” I conceded. “But Marnie would still be in control of my assets.”
Fox sighed, drawing my focus over to his desk. “He either intends to frame her or…”
“I’ll kill him!” I roared, shooting to my feet. Knowing someone wanted my angel dead built a fury inside me that had my vision going red, my blood boiling, and my hands itching for a weapon. I wasn’t just going to kill that motherfucker. First, I was gonna make him bleed and scream for mercy.
“Sit the fuck down,” Fox ordered, cutting through the fog of rage surrounding me.
I was tempted to ignore his directive, but I respected my prez and had agreed to follow him when I patched, so I lowered myself to the couch again. My hands rested on my knees, clenching and unclenching as I tried to remain calm.
“I sent Whiskey, Viper, and Wrecker to watch over her when I asked you to come here,” Fox assured me. Though it didn’t make me feel much better. I wanted Marnie in my eyesight at all times.
“Wasn’t sure how much you wanted her to know and figured it would be best if you made the decision before you saw her again.”