Page 142 of Wild Blades

“I don’t know.”

“I have him on my location tracker,” Lola taps the screen on her phone. “He shared it with me, so I know where he is.”

“What? Why?”

“In the beginning, Marcus asked me to make sure he wasn’t out drinking every night.”

I think that was a little over the top micromanaging him that way, but I’m grateful we can locate him. I have to find my man and make sure he’s okay. I’m clueless as to how this is going to go.

“He’s at Westfield Estate.” Lola looks up from her screen.

“Miranda’s,” we all say at the same time.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Wade

“He’s not here.” I hear my mother yelling from the hallway.

She thinks I’m not, but little does she know, I let myself in while she was entertaining someone in her bedroom. Poor fucking guy, she more than likely has plans to eat his heart for supper.Isn’t that what crones do?

“His truck is here,” Kali screams back at her. “Wade.” She calls out for me like the foghorn of a lighthouse does a ship, her voice getting closer to my grandfather’s office I’m sitting in.

“Get out of my house.” My mother sounds frantic. “You can’t be here.”

Every door opens and bangs shut as she searches for me, Lola’s voice joining in.

Why the hell is Lola here?

Annoyed with my phone, which has persistently been ringing and pinging away for the past twenty minutes, I put it on silent, ignoring each call and text as I’ve searched for the evidence confirming the identity of my father.

I’m guessing Marcus called Kali after I left his office, shitting himself that I would tell the world about his secret love child.

What he doesn’t know is that I don’t want anyone to know.

It’s embarrassing knowing he didn’t want me in his life. Not only that, but everyone will also think I only made the team because he felt guilty. Which is exactly what I think too and has me questioning my talent as a hockey player. It was given to me, not earned.

Was I ever good enough?

The nagging feeling in my mind struggles to comprehend it all.

“Wade.” The office door flies open, and I already feel better as the love of my life stands in the doorway. “Thank God you’re here.” Kali gasps, running into the room.

My mother appears from behind her, and I bare my teeth. She makes me sick to my stomach.

Dressed in her silk robe, she looks panicked as she storms toward the desk I’m sitting behind with Lola hot on her heels.

Lola grabbing Kali’s hand doesn’t go unnoticed, and there’s something not adding up that I can’t quite put my finger on.

“What are you doing here, Wade?” my mother snaps.

“Currently working out exactly how much Marcus paid you to keep quiet about his bastard child.” I pick up dozens of bank statements. “Quite a lot it would appear.”

Her face turns ashen.

I point to the monthly transactions, running my finger down the list as I read them out. “Transfer from M E, ten thousand dollars. Transfer from M E, six thousand dollars. Transfer from M E, twenty thousand dollars. Oft, that was a big month. Two transactions the next month, transfer from M E, ten thousand dollars and another for five grand. Did you need a top up that month? Did that pay for the cruise around the Mediterranean or the month you spent in the Bahamas without me? Although spending it on a personality change or had you bought a soul with it would have been a much better investment. Or a heart,” I say dryly. I can’t work out whether I should laugh or cry. Orfucking punch something, which is what I feel like doing more than anything.

“Don’t do this, please.” She flicks her gaze over to Kali and Lola and back to me, then begs some more. “This is a private matter.”

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