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His fingers delicately lifted something from my breast. “What’s this?”

The sim card.

“Oh, my God.” I’d forgotten about finding it and tucking it into my bra. “I found that in Madelaine’s room after I showered. It was in this weird compartment inside one of the drawers on her vanity.”

“Huh.” Ryan studied it with narrowed eyes. “No idea what it is?”

I shook my head. “I grabbed it on impulse. I figured if she’d taken the time to hide it, there must be something important on there.”

“Good thinking. I’ll call Ash—”

I grabbed him before he could turn to get his phone. “What you need to do is finish what you’ve started, Ryan. Ash can wait until tomorrow.”

He grinned and set the sim card aside. “If you insist.”

CHAPTER 59

RYAN

The last thing I ever wanted to be doing was driving to my father’s house. But combining that with an early practice that had put my body through hell, an offense team meeting that kept me from seeing Maddie at lunch, and leaving from that to drive home… I was in a shit mood.

I missed my wife.

Fuck.

A stupid, sappy smile tugged at my mouth even as I parked my car around the side of the house.

God, I loved that woman. She was the reason I was doing all of this. As long as Maddie was all right at the end of this fucked up shitshow, I’d be good.

I got out of my car and headed inside, knowing Beckett would be at his desk, probably thinking he was on top of the world.

There was no denying I loved that I was about to fuck up his day.

I smothered my smile and put on my game face as I walked into his office without knocking. I came up short, forcing myself not to grimace when I realized he wasn’t alone.

Beckett glanced up at me from where he had one of the younger maids bent over his desk, plowing into her ass. “Need something, son? Give us a minute and she’s all yours.”

Disgust curdled like sour milk in my stomach, but I made myself eye the skinny brunette with big green eyes like I might’ve been interested. “Pass,” I finally replied, dropping into one of the chairs facing his desk like I wasn’t totally repulsed by the scene before me. “I like my girls to have more ass.”

Baring his teeth, Beckett slammed his hips into the girl with a sneer. Like fucking her harder would make me somehow want a piece of her. When the girl winced as the edge of the desk cut into her hips, I pulled out my phone and absently pretended to scroll on social media until they were done.

Unsurprisingly it didn’t take long for Beckett to finish with a wheezing groan. The girl took that as her cue to let out a breathy moan a porn star would’ve been proud of. I doubted she was getting off, but she knew how important it was to stroke his fragile ego.

Beckett pulled out of her with a wet squelch before slapping a hand on her ass hard enough to make her cry out for real. He pulled off the condom and tied it before handing it to her like a parting gift. “Leave us.”

She bent to grab her dress, but he stomped a foot on it with a smirk. “Go on. Let my son see exactly what he’s missing by turning you down.”

I barely spared her a glance as she sauntered by, completely nude. She had nothing I wanted.

Once Beckett put his limp cock back into his pants, he sat across from me. “Something you needed, Ryan?”

“More like something you need,” I countered. “I know about the companies you’ve been buying up.”

He didn’t look surprised. “And? I sent the preliminary agenda out to the members yesterday. I’m planning on announcing the acquisitions formally at the board meeting in two days.”

“You’re about to be announcing how you lost the fucking company,” I retorted. “Gary also knows. He’s currently working to leverage every asset he has to buy you out.”

He exploded from his chair with a roar, slamming a fist onto his desk. “How the fuck did he find out?”

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