“A will and guardian for Taylor, I assume?”
I nod.
“Well, the first step is the guardian must agree. You can't just leave her to a family member, though that is usually where they are placed.”
I sigh. I thought he would say that.
“How about I draw up some documents for you to look over and I can have them set for you to go over at the end of the week?”
I shake my head.
“Can you have them done by, say,” I pull my phone out, checking the time. “8:00 p.m. tonight?”
He glances at his watch and scratches his neck but nods. “I assume all assets, like your share of this place, go to Taylor?”
I nod.
“And Taylor?”
“I want to leave her in the care of Everly or Zoe, or both?”
He nods. “I will see you at 8 o'clock tonight. If you could meet me at my office at that time?” Joseph says.
I nod my head and let him leave, feeling like I accomplished at least something.
Now I just have to hope Everly and Zoe don’t question me wanting to sign guardianship to them if I die, because one thing I know is, once I reject Carter, I’m as good as dead.
Getting in my car, I pull out my phone and message Carter, asking if I can see him. The phone rings a few minutes later.
“Hello, little mate,” he purrs and tears burn my eyes.
“We need to talk,” I tell him.
“Correct. And I have a proposition for you,” he says. I pause. Can I use this to get Ava home?
“I’m listening,” I tell him.
“You need me.”
“Definitely not.”
“Hmm, that is what you think, but I have a peace offering. Tell Officer Derrick to check the mine entrance tunnels. I hear he has been looking for his son, Micah?” Carter tells me.
“A peace offering? You had my best friend raped!” I snapped at him.
“No. She fought back; she wasn’t part of the plan. But I give you Micah as payment for that.”
“Payment? She isn’t a fucking whore!”
“I am trying here, Macey. I offered to barter, and–”
“I want Ava back,” I tell him
“And I want my mate,” he growls. “Wouldn’t want anything to happen to little Taylor, would you? Or Tatum? I hear he is in a bad way. I doubt he would put up much of a fight. And seeing as I have eyes on Kalen and eyes in the hospital, I don’t think it would be too hard to get to them,” Carter says, and I swallow.
“What do you propose, then?” I ask him. Fuck, how many traitors do we have among us? I don’t doubt his words, though. I’ve seen firsthand what this man’s father is capable of, and clearly, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
“I want immunity to leave with you. I have my money. My pack will handle John. I wanted to handle Everly and Valarian myself, but seeing as you have come into the picture, I am willing to renegotiate.”