Page 12 of Kidnapped

“That reminds me, I need to check a few things in our accounts and make sure everything is as secure as it’s supposed to be. I’ve got a few more promising investments that I'd like to run past you guys to see what you think before I go ahead and move some of our money into them,” Jensen replies.

I smile and don’t look at him since I know my next words will embarrass him; I say, “You know, sometimes I forget just how fucking smart you are. I wouldn’t understand how to do any of that, and you make it look so easy.”

Jensen predictably shrugs like it’s no big deal that because of his understanding of how the system works and wise investment choices, he’s set us up for life; if we didn’t want to, we wouldn’t have to work again, and it’s all because of him. When we first started earning crazy money at the Pit, I wanted to blow it all as soon as I got my cut; it’s only because I respect and trust Jensenthat I didn’t, and I listened to him and let him handle it instead, and I am so fucking glad that I did.

“I’ve still got all of Atlas’s accounts and shit. I put some of what I earned from our very last Pit fight into it. When he gets back in contact again I’ll give him all the details for it so that he can access the money. If I’d known that he was going to need to disappear, I would’ve given it to him before he left.” Jensen surprises me by saying.

Chapter Nine

Cash

It’s not that we can’t access the money if we want to. We can. It’s still our money. It’s just that we pretty much handed over the reins to Jensen once we realized what he was capable of, and I wasn’t the only one who realized that my money was far safer in his hands than it was in mine. Atlas was even more adamant that Jensen kept it safe and didn’t want any of his, choosing just to let Jensen grow it instead, so that’s the reason why if Atlas wanted to get to his money, he’d have to go through Jensen because Atlas has absolutely no idea how to access his accounts.

“Put some of mine in there as well,” I reply, knowing that if I say anything else, it’s just going to make Jensen uncomfortable. I don’t know why since it’s a pretty fucking extraordinary talentto have, but that’s the way he feels, and the last thing I want to do is to make him feel uncomfortable.

“I take it you found something?” Trick asks as soon as he’s within hearing distance.

“Do you want to talk here?” I ask seriously, knowing that the conversation is probably going to be a long one since we need to discuss the plan as well.

Trick looks around the parking lot before shaking his head, “No. We can go back to mine; Mom and Dad are working late tonight anyway, so they won’t be there or question why we’re back early.”

I nod as he unlocks the truck, and we all get in.

“Alright, what happened?” Luc asks as soon as we’ve pulled out of the school gates.

I need to ask a slightly awkward question, and before Jensen can say anything, I turn to Luc and ask, "Are we certain that your father isn't involved?"

Luc isn't offended by my question at all and shakes his head, "I'm sure he's been out of commission since his accident, and yesterday at dinner, the guy said, 'As you are aware, you are no longer involved with shipping the drugs.' So he hasn't been involved for a while."

"Good," I nod, "let us know if you hear anything that changes that."

Luc nods, "Of course."

Jensen and I explain the situation and everything that Rachel told us. Their reaction to hearing that it was a guy from Tomlinson who gave the girls the drugs is as explosive as ours was, except they don’t have to hide their anger like we did in front of Rachel.

“What the fuck!” Riot growls, “They aren’t supposed to sell anything on our side.”

“What the hell is someone from Tomlinson doing at one of our parties anyway?” Trick asks.

“Do we know who threw the party?” Luc asks.

I shake my head, “I have no idea. There were several going on last night, and I don’t know which one was the one that the girls were at.”

“Message Trev and see if he knows,” Trick suggests.

I pull out my phone and send a quick message, instantly receiving a reply, gotta love him for that, “He said it was Knox’s, by the lake.”

“Oh, okay, yeah, I know the place.” Trick replies.

“I know Knox,” Jensen adds and shakes his head, “he won’t know what was going on. He throws the parties, invites everyone around, and then disappears up to his loft at the house and locks everyone out.”

“That’s weird,” Rafe signs, “he doesn’t join in the parties at all?”

Jensen shrugs, “He’ll come down and have a few drinks, maybe talk to a few people, but he quickly disappears again. He lost his whole family in a house fire a couple of years ago. He’s a few years older than us and was old enough to get emancipated. He managed to keep hold of the lake house that also belonged to his family and did not go into care. I think he just doesn’t like the silence. The fire was arson, and before the cops could locate the guy they suspected, they found him shot in one of his barns. There was a suicide note that matched his handwriting exactly and everything that they needed to write it off as suicide.”

“Well fuck, that’s rough,” I mutter.

Jensen’s eyes darken, “Yeah, even though they had all of that evidence, they were still looking at Knox for a while, but no one could put him at the scene or figure out how he would have known that he was the guy that deliberately set the fire.”

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