Page 60 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

“I think her accident is what drives Layla to create a foundation for troubled teens.” I searched out Daniel’s opinion. I couldn’t trust my objectivity when it came to my woman.

“Yes, I think you are right,” he concurred.

“I know it’s only her second week,” I started. This thought has been playing in my mind ever since I heard she wanted to start her own foundation. “I’ve been toying with the idea of offering her capital to start her foundation. She obviously knows what she is doing, and I need tax deductions.”

He laughed. “Are you asking whether I am interested or my opinion?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess both. I’m doing it regardless. I just think if I offer it to her alone, she’d refuse it.”

“Ahhh. So you are using me?”

Fucker.

“Yep. I’m even considering blackmail,” I joked. “Anything to ensure Layla takes the offer.”

“Are we talking about the capital offer or ‘be my woman’ offer? Because I got to tell you, I am not interested in being your woman.” Daniel could be such a damn pain in the ass. “You are not exactly my type.”

I flipped him a middle finger. “Your ass is not that attractive,” I spat back, grinning.

He seemed to think about it. “I don’t know. Women tell me they love my ass. I love their asses too.”Pervert, I thought smugly. I knew full well that women fell all over themselves for Daniel. The bigger jerk he was, the more they chased him. “But back to business, I’m all in. It is a good cause.”

“Perfect.” This meant a lot to Layla and it might bring her some closure.

“Do we know when her grandfather will be picked up?” he asked.

“Monday.” I couldn’t wait to see that asshole pay for robbing all the families that sacrificed their lives, limbs, and sanity, just so he could live a high life. People like the Cambridges were the worst kind of parasites. They thought they were better than most of the world, when in fact they were worse than leeches. Thank God Layla was nothing like them.

“You should have let me handle him my way,” he grumbled.

“Maybe, but we want those funds back.” It was more important that we helped those families he ripped off. “Doing it this way, it allows for all his assets to be seized and turned into funds.”

“We have plenty of money,” he commented. “I’d pay that much to see that fucker in pain.” It was awfully tempting but we’d do this the right way. “Do you think Layla will have a problem with it?”

“What do you mean?” Layla admitted that she disliked her grandparents. Hated visiting them. I didn’t think she’d be heartbroken about bringing her grandfather to justice.

“I’m guessing she would have eventually inherited all Cambridge’s properties and assets,” he explained. “Once we are done with him, there will be nothing to inherit.”

He had a point there. Although my gut feeling told me she didn’t care for anything connecting her to her grandparents. “I’ll make sure she is taken care of.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Layla

Isucceeded in avoiding Daniel and Maxim for the rest of the work day yesterday. I hated how quiet the house was without Liberty and Brandon. And they haven’t even been gone for that long. I spent most of my life alone, and suddenly, now, I wanted company.Maybe a live-in companion,I made fun of myself. Truth was I hated eating alone, hated watching a movie alone, and though I liked reading, sometimes it highlighted how alone I was.

Liberty was back in town with Brandon and Alexander. It made my chest beam with warmth knowing those two worked out their stuff. We were on a video call and I could tell by her voice she was happy and her expression was glowing.

“I have some news to share.” Her voice portrayed happiness and reminded me of Livy when I first met her. Before her mother died and before that fucking Callen hurt her. “Come and have lunch with us tomorrow. I want to tell you in person.”

“Okay.” I smiled into the camera. I was glad she had FaceTimed me. It allowed me to see firsthand Brandon’s and her happiness. Brandon lasted exactly five seconds before he took off.

“How are you? And how is the job?”

“I love it,” I told her honestly. “Every single thing about it.” I meant it too. It had been such a long time since I felt happy doing what I love.

“What about your grandparents?”

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