Page 156 of Kade

My phone buzzed right as I walked into the bedroom.

Garrett: The most ironic chain of events happened today.

I paused but was already grinning because I saw the news.

Me: Oh yeah?

Garrett: Nearly every member of The System was either raided by the FBI, arrested by their local authorities, voted out of their company, or their company’s stock plummeted. All of that happened today. Every single member, except for myself.

My grin widened. I’d enjoyed the news footage of the different members in handcuffs being led to police cruisers outside.

Me: That’s quite a coincidence.

Garrett: Is it?

Sam came out of the bathroom, running her fingers through her hair. She’d just taken a shower, and seeing the way her tanktop clung to her body, and how those tiny sleep shorts of hers rode even higher than normal against her damp thighs, my dick was hard. All the way hard.

She paused, seeing me standing in the middle of the room on my phone. “Who is it?”

I didn’t want to lose my hard on so I didn’t mention it was her dad. That would make her remember her deranged sister, and then guilt would flash across her face. Her eyes would go sad, and the lines around her mouth would tighten.

“Just getting some news.”

“Oh.” She crossed the room, coming to me. She pressed a hand to my chest and reached up on her toes. She brushed a kiss to my lips. I wanted to chase those lips as she stepped back, but I wanted to finish this text conversation first. Get it out of the way. “Good news?” She went to check her own phone, frowning at it.

Me: Are you accusing me of something?

I said to her, “Karma’s always good news.”

Her head lifted back up. “What?”

Garrett: Did you do this?

“One second. Let me finish this up.”

Me: No.

Garrett: Do you know who did this?

A different number flashed across my screen. I clicked on the new text.

Unknown: Channel 8. Now. Scrolling news.

I frowned but went to pick up our television’s remote. Turning it on then clicking to the channel they said, I waited; it was the evening news.

Sam gasped, seeing it first. “What?” She stepped toward the television without thought. Her eyes were wide and her mouth parted.

Then I saw it and stilled.

The grandson of deceased business tycoon Gerald Sebastian was found dead in his cell where he was an inmate in the Potomahmen prison. Parker Sebastian sustained multiple stab wounds. Authorities are investigating. So far, no answers have been given from prison officials. This story is still developing.

“No.” Sam swung her eyes my way, filled with wonder. Shock. “How’d you know?” Her gaze fell to my phone and understanding clicked. She straightened upright. “Who just texted you?”

I showed her the phone. “I don’t know.”

She read the text, then clicked out of the message and saw her dad’s name just underneath the unknown number. She tapped on his name and read through those texts. As a different sort of tension filled the room, she didn’t say a word. Not for a few seconds. Then she powered down my phone and put it aside.

She held my gaze.

---