Page 17 of True Me

“Anythin’ you need, Rebel. You’re family and we’ll always be here for you,” Crow says, his voice rough and sounding angry even when he’s not.

Closing my eyes, I rest my head against the top of Rebel’s and just be here in the moment with her. Rebel’s body is trembling and I know it’s taking everything in her not to cry or break down in front of us again. She told us last night that she hates appearing so weak and vulnerable in front of others. We don’t give a fuck if she cries and has a complete meltdown as long as she is here and lets us help her through every single emotion coursing through her. Eagle and I have told her as much when we’re all alone in our room but she still doesn’t give in. We’ve heard her crying in the shower while we remain in our room, waiting for her.

“We’re here,” Crow informs us as I sit up and look out the window.

Rebel doesn’t move or lift her head from my chest. Instead, she remains locked in position as Eagle unbuckles her seatbelt and removes his fingers from her.

“We gotta go, Doll. Mr. Jacobson is waitin’ for us,” I say, not wanting to force her to move from the SUV even though I know it’s what we have to do.

“I know. I’m ready,” she says, sliding out behind Eagle as I get out of my side of the SUV and rush around to lace my fingers with hers.

We head inside and Rebel stops at the reception area. Rebel gives her name and is told to wait for Mr. Jacobson to come out and get her. Eagle wraps his arm around her shoulders and we make our way over to the waiting area. Rebel doesn’t take a seat in one of the chairs. Instead, she paces the room and bites her nail. Biting her nails is a new nervous habit. She only does it when she’s upset, nervous, or angry.

“Sweet Girl, you can’t keep bitin’ your nails. You’ve already made two of your fingers bleed,” Eagle says, pulling her finger from her mouth and linking his with hers so she can’t bite them as I hold her other hand.

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t realize that’s what I was doing. It’s not bleeding today,” she says, as I watch an older man walk into the room and head for us.

“Miss Carrington?” he asks, his eyes on Rebel as she stops pacing and spins too fast to look at the lawyer while dropping my hand.

“That’s me,” she responds as I turn to grab her hand while Eagle keeps hold of her other one.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Carrington. If you’ll follow me this way, we can go over the will and figure out what has to happen next,” Mr. Jacobson says as we all move to follow him down the opulent hallway and into a corner office. We all know you haven’t really made it until you’re in a corner office when you’re in business or that kind of shit.

Rebel is in fuckingshock. I think the three of us are in shock right now if I’m being honest. Mr. Jacobson completely rocked Rebel’s world and Eagle and I have no clue how the fuck to bring her out of this shit because it’s the last thing we thought we’d hear when we sat down in this office today. I honestly figured we would hear who we had to finish contacting to put everything in place for the funeral. Instead we learn that our girl is a fucking multimillionaire. Not only has she inherited millions from her parents, but she also just inherited millions from her grandma as well.

Our girl now owns multiple properties, land that hasn’t been developed, and more money than she’ll be able to spend in her lifetime. She also doesn’t have to do anything for the funeral. Mr. Jacobson has taken care of everything and everyone who has something to do with the funeral has already been called and been working behind the scenes to put plans in motion. The funeral home is the last step and there’s only so much we can do there. Mr. Jacobson assured us they’re ready to get Grandma’s body and are heading to the hospital later today. They’ll handle all of the paperwork and make sure everything is in order because that’s what they do for the family members of the deceased they care for.

“I will be in attendance at the funeral, Miss Carrington. Your grandma was one of the best people I’ve ever met and everyone she came in contact with fell in love with her. I have no clue what her loss is gonna do to the community with the charities she helped over the years,” Mr. Jacobson says as Rebel’s eyes well with tears she’s fighting to hold back.

“Can you get me a list of those charities, Mr. Jacobson? I’d like to do something to take over for my grandma. I never realized she helped with so many things like that,” Rebel asks and I know our girl will step up and fill in for her grandma in ways she can honor her memory.

“Of course I can, Miss Carrington. I’m sure the charities would love to have your help,” he says, his voice gentle as he smiles at her and his eyes light up with his happiness at her words.

“Thank you. You’ve made everything so much easier than I thought it would be. I’ve only been through this once before and my grandma handled everything. I was truly worried about how hard this was all going to be considering I really haven’t processed that she’s gone yet. I’ll see you at the funeral,” Rebel says, standing from her seat and reaching out to shake the hand of the lawyer as he stands from his seat just after her.

“You’re welcome, Rebel. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out and contact me. I’ll make sure to have a copy of everything here in the office if you ever need it for any reason. Please, take care of her you two. You can also reach out if Rebel is unable to and ask anything she might be wondering about,” Mr. Jacobson informs us as we shake hands and disappear from his office with Rebel trying to hold her head high even though it’s the last thing she wants to do.

I can see the exhaustion in her eyes and her body is wilting. Even though she’s spent a lot of time in bed, she sure as hell hasn’t been sleeping. She’s been tossing and turning more than anything else and has woken every morning with the black bags under her eyes just a little worse than the day before. Eagle and I have tried absolutely everything to help her sleep and nothing is helping her. The only thing I can think of at this point is fucking her into oblivion.

“What do you wanna do, Sweet Girl?” Eagle asks her as we lead her from the office and out to the SUV that’s waiting for us.

“Are you okay?” Hawk asks her as soon as she’s inside and settled between Eagle and me.

“I’m as good as I can be considering everything. Hawk, can you do something for me?” Rebel asks and I have no clue where the hell she’s going with this.

“Of course,” he responds, not even hesitating as he turns to look at Rebel.

“I’ve got three different trust funds now. Can you somehow combine them and take some out of there so I can use that amount for charities while the rest collects interest?” she asks him and I’m really not surprised about this from her.

“I can. You want an account at a certain bank?” he asks her, pulling out his phone and taking notes.

“The bank I already have is good unless you have a different suggestion. All I know is I want the money to earn the highest interest it can. I’d also like to invest some of it in a variety of things from low to high risk. Do you know anything about all of that?” she asks him, as a smile covers his face and I wait for his response.

“I can take care of all that, Rebel. Are you sure you trust me to handle this amount of money?” he questions her, losing his smile and looking at her with a serious look on his face.

“I wouldn’t trust anyone more than the men of the club. Cash can help you figure all of this out since he’s the Treasurer. If you’re willing to help him,” she says, turning her attention to me and resting a hand on my chest.

“You don’t even have to ask me, Doll. You need or want somethin’ and I’m there for you. We all are. When we get back to the clubhouse, what do you wanna do?” I ask her, needing to know where her head is right now.

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