Page 62 of His Little Secret in Discretion
The company name sat in the top corner.Vanguard Solutions…It sounded shady, and it probably was. Probably a shell company run by some rich pompous asshole trying to make a quick dollar off of the innocent working-class, but in this case? It was a hell of a lot more than just a dollar.
There was a second, smaller envelope beneath it, torn open and empty. What it said on it, however, had me more confused.Old habits never die, Wes. This one’s on me.
I stared at the words, trying to make sense of them. Wes? She’d never mentioned a Wes. Hell, I didn’t think she had many people in her life outside of me and the dance studio where she worked.
Grabbing my things, I exited her apartment slowly before pulling out my phone. Dialling thevery legalPI that Killian kept on standby, I held the phone to my ear as I pulled the door closed behind me.
“It's two in the fucking morning, Porter. Christ,”were the first words out of his mouth.
I could only roll my eyes. “Don’t get your panties in a twist. I need something from you.”
He let out a sharp breath.“What do you want?”
“A phone tap. Loan statements. And the asshole hiding behind the company Vanguard Solutions.”
“Fine,”he clipped, ready to end the call.
I hesitated for a moment, staring at the chipped paint on the door.I shouldn’t do what I’m about to do. I shouldn’t. I should earn her trust. I should wait for her to tell me what she needs to tell me.
But unfortunately… I’ve never been one to be patient.“And… everything you can find on Maia Dalton.” The words tasted wrong coming out, but I swallowed them down. She’d thank me for it later.
“I’ll do a full workup.”
I shook my head, descending the steps before stepping out into the night. “I want everything, from her birth certificate to whatever she ate last week.”
He gave a low whistle.“You’re paying overtime for this.”
“Be lucky I’m paying you at all, Tommy,” I scoffed.
“Yeah, yeah,”he muttered, the faint sound of a pen scratching in the background.“I’ll call when I’ve got something worth your time.”
“Make it soon, yeah?” I muttered, ending the call as I entered my car.
My Sunshine had secrets. Not just the kind you hide for pride, but the kind that left her vulnerable. The kind that kept her bleeding in the dark while plastering on fake smiles to hide it. And I was going to figure out every last one of them.
Killian’s office always looked like it had been staged for one of those Forbes magazine headlines. How I’ve never made the cover once with all my charm, and he’s been ontwicewith all but none is truly above me.
Brielle sat in her office, flipping through notes while he barked into the phone. Delilah, lying upside down on the couch, curls wild as she kicked her feet, used to the barbaric behavior of a man in capitalist distress, noticed me.
“UNCLE BLAINEY!” she squealed.
I could only laugh. Establishing our relationship on the premise of her not spilling the beans on me dating her dance teacher was a rocky start, but dammit, the kid was cute.
“Inside voice, Delilah,” Killian interjected mid-frustration.
She sat up with a pout. “I am inside.”
I smirked, crossing the room as she launched herself into my arms. “Niecy Dede,” I murmured, spinning her once. “What trouble have you been causing?”
“None,” she said too quickly, her curls bouncing as she grinned.
Killian stood from his desk, approaching Brielle’s door before entering, the person on the other line still facing his wrath.
Looking at them through the glass, I shook my head. “I don’t know how Bribri tolerates him.”
“Benny says it's because they spend a lot of alone time together.” Delilah shrugged, blatantly sharing how her butler Benjamin was disclosing some rather alarming information to her.
I shook my head. “Let’s change the subject.”
