Page 15 of Vito

Cunningham scans the first page and shakes her head. "I have his personal will at my office; this is specific for Gilly's."

She clears her throat, her eyes move over the five Chamber leaders before returning to read the first page. "I, Aiken Drake Fallen, being of sound body and mind, leave the proprietorship and operation of Gilly's Inc., including all the inventory, the building, the land it sits on, as well as the entire city block, including the sidewalks, to my successor…" Her forehead pinches. "Ed." She looks up. "It just says Ed."

I curse myself and my ignorant idiocy. Gus and I never considered Ed to be Aiken's successor. Because the successor would be named in his will, therefore there'd be no reason for Aiken to direct me to call them.

So why had he called me with his dying breath, telling me to call Ed?

None of this was making sense.

Dom frowns. "There's got to be more."

"Just a minute…" Cunningham turns to the next page. "This is just the deed to the land…"

The Chamber heads turn to me knowing that Aiken told me to call Ed. But to them, Ed is a phantom. They didn't know the little information Gus and I had discovered.

A tingle of apprehension runs down my spine as I'll likely have to admit to keeping details from the Chamber.

"Who the fuck is this Ed?" Ash demands.

"It must give a last name," Lixin, the pompous prick, snarks and reaches for the papers, but the lawyer jerks them out of reach.

"Just give me a second." Her eyes flick over the paper as she quickly scans the legal documents, the lines furrowed deeply on her forehead. "There's… Wait…"

Before she can finish, the door from the hallway that leads to the storage room, bathrooms, and Aiken's office opens.

Guns whip out and raise, including my own, as I move like a bullet to stand in front of my father. Aiken's office was sealed shut when we arrived; no one had gone in or out. Ambrose's team had cleared the storage room and bathrooms when they cleaned out the bar. No one had been back there.

Granted, I hadn't checked Aiken's office when I arrived, feeling no need to, and I wasn't supposed to know the code to get in. Gus looks as shocked as me that someone has come from that area.

Inside the doorway is an unarmed individual with their hands raised. My jaw basically hits the floor.

Hazel eyes, a sharp, angled jawline, and full lips. Her brunette hair with the barest of waves skates over her shoulders. Her coat is off, and she wears a black T-shirt that stretches over a pair of tits made to bring a grown man to his knees. Dark pants over her curvy hips to show her tantalizing hourglass figure. A pair of flat black boots.

Eden.

She scans the room and all the dangerous people aiming guns at her. Yet she is calm and level-headed, a courageous and strong-willed set to her chin, and her eyes have a fiery glint. She's holding a piece of paper. "Hello."

When she says that word, loudly now in that husky voice, I jerk. It's the voice from the phone.

Is that why she had spoken in such hushed tones at the graveyard?

My mind scrambles, thinking back to our encounter. When I had spoken to her and the way her eyes had flared, the startled look on her face…

That was recognition. She realized I was the caller, looking for Ed, and had told her that Aiken was dead.

She isn't looking at me, though, which makes possessive anger surge inside me.

Which I stomp down instantly, questioning my fucking sanity.

"I'm Eden Dallas Fallen. Aiken, my brother, always called me Ed." She slowly lowers her hand and holds the paper to the lawyer.

A surge of relief hits me that Aiken is her brother, not her former lover. At least now, the jealous monster that had been birthed in me could lay its head down.

The lawyer takes Eden's paper, reads it, and then flips through Aiken's legal documents. She looks up at the Chamber heads. "Aiken included Ed's full name at the end of the documents: Eden Dallas Fallen, his firstborn sister."

Those hazel eyes finally meet mine. My gun is still directed at her. Calm, level-headed, fiery, strong-willed, and courageous. Yes, Aiken chose his successor wisely.

As I drink her in—she's gorgeous, her decadent body made for sinning, and she's fearlessly standing in a room full of the most dangerous people in the city with loaded weapons pointing at her—my cock is the hardest it's maybe ever been. And I'm having a hard time controlling the lust clawing through me.

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