Page 30 of Lucky

“I’m serious,” I tell her and take the folder back, holding it out of her reach. “Do you want to tarnish the image you have of dear ol’ daddy?”

She pushes off the sofa and starts pacing the length of the big office, her long golden legs eating up the distance easily. “This is such bullshit, Lucky.”

“I didn’t create the fucking information, Aria. It’s here in black and white.”

While she’s distracted, I snap photos of dozens of pages that prove the extent of Morgan’s reach. It’s nothing that will fuck up the MC or our business, but this is the type of information that we can use to our advantage. It probably makes me an asshole, plotting to blackmail Aria’s father, but business is business.

“I need to see it,” she says and stops pacing. “I have to know everything, so I can figure out how to help him.”

She marches to the sofa and drops down beside me, taking the folders out of my hands. “You can find something else to do.”

I stare at her for a second and tell myself I must be a glutton for punishment, being attracted to this pain in the ass.

“Don’t you rich people take etiquette classes or something?”

She laughs and waves at me dismissively. “That’s for dinner parties and public events, not for snooping through my father’s personal effects. Just,please, go do something else. Check the safe.”

I glare at her and push off the sofa. “Fine, but only because you asked so fucking nicely.” I take a quick minute to text Wild Man.

Just sent some interesting stuff to you through that app you made us all download.

The encrypted one, I hope.

Yep

I don’t know much about all that tech shit, but Wild Man knows his shit. I trust him, so I downloaded it and used it as he requested.

Looking into it now, Lucky. Thanks.

I glance at Aria, but the wide open safe calls to me, and I go to it, noting that most of these files had been inside here at some point. Aria must have removed them in her quest to learn about Geoffrey.

It’s a standard safe with a mechanical combo lock, all hard metal, with three shelves. But the bottom shelf is slightly loose. I lift it, finding a keypad.This must be where Morgan hides the serious shit.

I can’t even imagine what the fuck is in here, considering the shit that was in the safe.

“Aria.”

“Busy,” she sings sarcastically.

I glare at her over my shoulder, but I hold my tongue because I want to look first, see what other secrets Geoffrey Morgan is hiding.

“What’s your birthday Aria?”

“May seventeenth, nineteen ninety-eight.” She laughs. “You plan on buying me a present?”

I laugh and press the digits on the keypad. “You mean keeping you alive isn’t enough?” The latch pops open, revealing a much smaller space, and I push it up with my fingertips.

“That’s more of a gift for the world. I prefer jewels.”

I laugh, but my focus is on the glinting gold that I can see but can’t quite figure out what it is. “Of course you do.”

Girls like Aria think the more something costs, the more special it is. I stick two fingers inside the small area, wondering how in the fuck Morgan got anything at all into this tiny space. The only way he could have gotten anything into the smaller safe was if he put it in first, which means it’s vitally important. Then I touch it. My fingertips clasp something hard and metal. I don’t want to believe what my brain is telling me. I freeze.

“Shit.”

“What,” Aria asks absently.

I don’t answer, but when I pull the object out, I’m struck fucking dumb.

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