Page 64 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

“I didn’t think I had to.”

It’d taken me a week to convince Frazier it would be a conflict of interest having his firm represent us if he was going to be family. I wanted a clean slate. To be honest, I think he agreed because he thought it was the only way he’d get his hands on my money. Idiot.

“Fuck. You could’ve fucking well told me. I wouldn’t have spent the past week trying to find out what the fuck the police had found.”

“Well, sorry. I didn’t think it was that important. I mean, you don’t get involved with the legal department.”

The thing is, even though everything had reverted back to our own legal department, I’d known Frazier would’ve kept his own personal records on Daniels Holdings in his home. That’s why when I found all that shit on his computer, I’d erased it so when the police searched it, they’d find no trace of anything related to my company. The rest I didn’t care about. They could dig up all the dirt they wanted on everyone else. Daniels Holdings was in the clear until I decided to reveal the truth.

“It’s fucking important, Avery.”

I didn’t think he’d get this pissed off about it. Honestly, I thought he’d be happy Frazier didn’t have his hands on our legal paperwork any longer. My uncle looked at Ed again, his eyes narrowing.

“So you really don’t have any idea what happened to Tristan and Frazier?” Ed asked.

“Other than what’s in the news? No. The police haven’t spoken to me yet. Don’t know what Susan told them.”

“Yes, well, Susan made one statement to the press and that’s it. No one else has heard a peep out of her,” my uncle said.

“Can you blame her? Her husband and son were killed… kind of violently if you ask me.”

Tristan’s shocked expression flittered across my vision again. I wrapped my hand around the arm of my chair, trying not to let my expression betray my inner turmoil. I had to forget about this. I had to keep it off my mind. It was so fucking hard.

My heart felt tight. I was not going to freak out in front of them. Shit. I wished Aiden was here. I just needed him to hold me and tell me it was going to be okay. He’d get me through this. I needed him so fucking much.

“Quite… I’ve been wondering if it was the same person who murdered your parents.”

I shuddered, unable to stop myself. Little did he know how on the nose that was. Now, I really did need Aiden. I had all sorts of awful images in my head and I felt like my whole entire world was about to come crashing down around me. Gripping the chair arm tighter, I took a steadying breath.

“Does it matter who killed them? I thought you hated the Shaws.”

“I do… I did.”

“Is this all you wanted to talk to me about? I’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

What I actually needed was to go into the ladies and call Aiden before I completely lost my mind. The sooner I could get Uncle Charlie and Ed out of here, the better.

“No. Ed and I have something important to discuss with you.”

I looked between them. What the hell was this? I wasn’t sure I could deal with it all at that moment. I felt sick to my stomach. All I could think about was all the death I’d seen. The room started to spin. I couldn’t think straight. See straight.

Dead.

Dead.

I abruptly stood up. Both of them looked up at me, frowning.

“Um… excuse me, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Before either of them could say anything, I walked out of the room, past a confused looking John and dashed into the ladies. I put my hands on the counter, trying to breathe whilst panic set in all around me. I could see their faces. My dad. My mum. Frazier. Tristan. All staring at me. I was going crazy again. Completely fucking batshit crazy.

I slid down onto the floor, turning so my back was to the sinks and fumbled with my phone in my pocket. I managed to unlock it and dial Aiden’s number, hoping he’d pick up. I couldn’t breathe. I held my chest as I put the phone to my ear, trying desperately to suck in air.

“Princess?”

“I…I… help me.”

I took a shuddering breath, feeling my heart pounding out of control in my chest. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears. What the fuck was happening to me?

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