Page 119 of Hate To Love You

Ryker

It’s four in the morning now as Pat, Mason, Holland, and I sit in the living room of the Elite mansion staring at the pictures of the files on our phones.

We’ve been trying to come up with a plan to expose our fathers and their corrupt businesses. Doing some more digging, we’ve found out that Holland and Mason’s dads are involved in one of the most dangerous crime circles in New York. I knew they worked for the mafia.

Pat’s father is into some questionable shit with a few strip clubs in the city, and my father, well, we already know his shit.

He’s been embezzling money from The Steele Corporation since he became CEO to fund his yacht, private jet, and who knows what else. He’s also been giving money to the guy’s dads for their businesses as well.

I should probably loop Logan in before I blow up our father’s empire, but even though Logan’s mad at our father right now, I think he’d still try to stop me from exposing him. I can’t let him do that.

Robert Steele deserves to rot behind bars for the rest of his pathetic, miserable life, and I want to be the one to put him there.

“I say we just confront them,” Mason suggests. Holland looks at his cousin, dumbfounded.

“I swear, did Aunt Mary drop you on your fucking head when you were a baby? Did all the Molly finally catch up to you and kill every single one of your brain cells?” Holland questions, rolling his eyes.

Mason slouches back down in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting like a child.

“That might not be the worst idea,” Pat states, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his thighs.

Holland’s head snaps over to Pat, followed by Mason who looks overjoyed with the fact that someone has finally agreed with one of his ideas.

“I’m sorry, what? Are you insane? That’s a terrible idea,” Holland chides.

“Confronting them all together might be the best way to do it. They’re not going to do anything to us if we’re all there. We could call a meeting at the Elite office in New York and do it in a meeting room. We bring all the evidence, and we each wear a mic to record what they say. Then we bring it to the cops for them to take care of,” Pat explains. I don’t hate the idea. But there is one big flaw with that plan.

“Have you forgotten that our fathers have connections with law enforcement? They probably have them all in their pockets. There’s no way to tell who’s on our side and who’s working for them,” I tell him. Pat nods, thinking. A thought hits me, and I grin.

“What the hell are you smiling at?” Holland asks, clearly agitated. He’s really not good on no sleep. Turns into a real asshole really.

“What’s something all four of the old men care about more than anything?” I inquire, hoping they’ll understand what I’m asking.

“Money,” Pat says.

“Power,” Holland shrugs.

“Pussy,” Mason chimes in. Pat, Holland, I turn to look at Mason who just shrugs. “What? It’s true.”

I shake my head. “Their status and image in society.”

Pat and Holland nod in understanding.

“So we threaten to take it public,” Pat grins.

“Exactly. We just have to wait for the right time,” I state, and the guy’s nod. “Who’s ready to fuck some shit up?” I ask and I receive three mischievous grins that match mine.

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I feel kind of guilty that I haven’t said a word to my mother or Logan about our plan to expose our fathers shittiness, but I know they’ll only try to talk me out of it. I’m not backing down now, not when I’ve gotten so close to ending this.

My father won’t see it coming, and I can’t wait to see his face when we walk in and burn everything to the ground.

It’s been three and a half weeks since the meeting at the Elite mansion. We decided to wait until after Christmas to do anything so our families could have at least one more normal holiday. Now that it’s over, we’re more than ready to get this over with.

“We’ve already called the meeting. They think it’s a standard Elite meeting,” Holland tells us as he paces back and forth in our hotel room in the city. “We go in, show them the evidence, and demand they step down. If they refuse, we go public.”

I stand from my spot on the bed and look at my friends. I really am lucky to have three brothers who would drop everything to be there for me.

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