Page 30 of The Forever Rule

“I’m running, you’re walking quickly because you have such long legs.”

I snorted, surprised I could even do that.

“I’m Isabella,” she replied after a moment.

“I would say nice to meet you Isabella…” I let my voice trail off.

She let out a sharp laugh before shaking her head. “I’m going to need a moment to wrap my head around this, but not now.”

“Same.”

We stormed out of the building, and I lagged behind since Ford was standing in front of Phoebe who was in the arms of another man with dark hair and everybody seemed to be talking all at once.

“I just. I can’t deal with this right now,” Phoebe said, and I realized that something else must have been going on with her right then. She looked tired, and far more emotional than the rest of us.

I looked over at the man holding her and blinked. “Kane?” I asked.

Kane stared at me and let out a breath. “Wow,” he said with a laugh.

“We’ll handle it,” Isabella put in, completely ignoring us. “And if we need to meet again later, we will.” Thenshe looked over at Ford and I, with such menace in her gaze, I nearly took a step back. “Is that a problem?”

I raised my chin, glaring right back at her. “Not at all. However I want answers, so I’d rather not have the meeting canceled right now. But I’m also not going to force any of my,” I paused, realization hitting far too hard, “familyto stay if they don’t want to.”

And with that, I turned on my heel and went back into the building, with Isabella and Ford following me. Everyone was still yelling in the interim, and I cleared my throat. As Isabella had done it at the same time, everyone paused to look at me.

“Read the damn will. Because we need answers,” I ordered Winstone, and he shook like a leaf before nodding.

“Okay. We can do that.” He cleared his throat, then he began going over trusts and incomes and buildings and things that I would care about soon, but what I wanted to know was what the hell our father had been thinking about.

“Here’s the tricky part,” Winstone began, as we all leaned forward, eager to hear what the hell he had to say.

“The family money, not of the business, not of each of your inheritance from other family members, but the bulk of Loren Cage’s assets will be split between all twelve kids.”

“Are you kidding me?” Isabella asked. “What money? We weren’t exactly poor, but we were solidly middle class.”

“We did just fine,” the other mother pleaded.

My mother snorted, clearly not believing the words.

I glared at the woman who raised me, willing her to sayanything. She would probably be pushed out of the window at that point. Not by me, by someone else, but she probably would’ve earned it.

The lawyer continued. “However to retain the majority of current assets and to keep Cage Lake and all of its subsidiaries you will have to meet as a family once a month for three years. If this does not happen, Cage Enterprises will be broken into multiple parts and sold.” He went on into the legalese that I ignored as I tried to hear over the blood pounding in my ears.

“You own a town?” the other man asked.

I looked over at the one man in the room I didn’t know the name of. “Not exactly.”

“Kyler,” Isabella whispered.

In that moment, I realized that I had a brother named Kyler—if this was all to be believed.

“This can’t be legal right?” the tall willowy person said.

“Yes Sophia, it can,” their mother put in.

Oh good, another sister named Sophia.

Only one name to go.What the hell was wrong with me?

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