Page 33 of Fury
I was shocked when I first saw it. Well, to be honest, I saw Tate’s name first on his forearm after bumping into him in the streets, not too big but not small either, and my heart hurt because our baby’s name should have been there and I was ready to run away crying until I noticed his neck and my heart shattered.
I knew then that he loved me, but I also knew it didn’t change anything because he had started us on a lie, losing my trust. I also had lost our baby, so my resentment built, and the only way to cope with it was to put a wall between us, and four years later, he’s slowly knocking that wall down.
I don’t know how to keep it up anymore.
“A new client has tried to swindle me,” I admit, and he frowns and demands, “Explain.”
Sighing, I state, “His accounts are not adding up to what he has spent and what is in there now. He’s taken one look at my age and decided I must not know what I’m doing,” I groan, “He’s missing over a hundred grand.”
“He’s risking your license?” he confirms, and I nod and admit, “I’m going to have to report him, meaning I’ll have a red dot on my back for a while...” I huff, “Dammit, last time this happened, my office got ransacked. That is the last time I take on one of Caitlyn’s suggestions as a favor.”
Fury’s jaw ticks as his body tenses, and he demands, “Who’s the client?”
Uh oh, he’s mad.
I tilt my head, assessing him as I say calmly, “I don’t want his death on my hands, Fury, I already have two.”
His mouth parts and his eyes widen at my truth, and I internally wince.
Ah, crap, I wasn’t supposed to say two; see, my walls are slowly crumbling.
Not good, nope, this is not good at all.
“Two?” he growls, “who else, precious, have you killed?”
I’m suddenly glad Caitlyn called in sick today. The frustration I felt hearing the man in the background when she called claiming to be ill and asking her back to bed is suddenly gone.
“It doesn’t matter, Mama sorted it,” I reluctantly say, and only because he looks ready to blow a gasket.
Fury, when mad, is not someone you want to be around, and while I know he would never hurt me physically, I don’t want him trashing my office because, well, I like my office, and Mama decorated it as a graduation gift.
I swallow hard as he slowly walks over to me, his face stoic as his aura surrounds me before he presses his hands flat against my desk and leans forward so our noses are touching as he growls, “Who else did you kill, Skylar?”
Uh oh, he’s mad, really mad, like the mad you don’t want to lie to.
Shit…
“A Hyena member when I was seventeen, but I can’t tell you why because it isn’t my place to say,” I whisper, and his nostrils flare as he demands, “How did Anna cover it up?”
I swallow hard again, the lump in my throat getting bigger, and I admit, “There were two of them, but one was already dead, so Mama and I went back to the scene and made it look like they attacked each other and Ivy managed to erase the footage and years later they are none the wiser.”
He shoves back off my desk and links his fingers behind his head as he paces, and I wince as he snaps, “Why in the fuck would you kill one though, Sky? Did they attack you?” he stops and looks me over, “Fuck, Sky, if they find out they’ll kill everyone who matters to you without a care for the consequences until it is too late.”
“They didn’t attack me,” I admit, my heart beating wildly, “But I can’t give you the reason why I did what I did because it isn’t my story to tell, and they won’t find out. They’re not very smart people, and Mama did a good job with getting rid of the evidence.”
He shakes his head before turning away from me for a moment, and I chew my bottom lip.
I won’t tell him why I did it, that I had to otherwise, Raya would be dead. I won’t betray my friend as he betrayed me.
Heaving a sigh, he turns back around and asks, “Your client's name?”
My mouth parts in shock. I honestly thought he was going to push it.
He shakes his head, seeing my reaction, and snaps, “I’m trying to prove to you that you can trust me, Skylar, so I won’t push you on why you did it or what caused you to do it, but what I will do is ensure this fucker won’t try and ruin your business all because he thinks he can swindle you!”
I swallow hard and mutter, “David Lanes.”
He nods and gets his phone out before pressing a few buttons, then puts the device to his ear.
