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“You need to get my granddaughters back here, now!”

“They’re landing tonight,” I tell him solemnly.

And then I’m punishing my wife by withholding orgasms until next month!

Before that happens, I call George again.

“You know, you’ve never called me this many times in a short period of time before,” he mocks. “It’s usually once a year. I’m touched.”

“What’s the meaning of this?”

“You have to be more specific, Big Em.”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. After everything, you’re doing this now?”

“After what?” he says indifferently.

“George,” I grit out.

“You know what I want,” he says seriously. “I want us all to sit down and for you to acknowledge your sister.”

“I don’t have a sister!”

“Oh I forgot, deniability is your shield when it comes to everything in life.”

“You know what, fuck you!” I snap. “After everything, this is what you decide to do?”

I was mad at George for a few things and none of them are forgivable no matter which angle you look at it from.

And the crazy thing is, he wants me to open the doors for him with the rest of the guys because he has since burned that bridge.

The reason why he wants in… now that’s the great mystery.

“I didn’t do everything by myself, Em, don’t forget that!” he says calmly. “Oh, by the way, Ivy came here asking for my help. I know that’s been eating at you.”

I pause. “Your help with what?”

“Getting her a damn good lawyer and buddy, she got me!”

He hangs up.

CHAPTER 30

Ivy

After a spectacular girlstrip with Scar where we danced, partied, shopped, and ate till we dropped, I’m back to this prison of a mansion.

When Scar received the call and her facial expression changed, I knew the party was over.

When she told me about her father’s death, she was so detached and impersonal that I was worried the whole way back.

She hasn’t really said a word, and that’s bothering me, so when we land and she says she’s going to her own house, I dissuade her and take her with me to Emmett’s place—my prison.

I need to keep an eye on Scar, but of course a brooding, agitated, bristling man is waiting for me when I leave Scar’s room.

“Ivy.”

When he says my name, he’s really pissed, but I don’t care. To top it off, he looks rough.

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