“Get the truth from her,” West ordered. Obviously, he’d seen the way she turned to me. “If there’s anyone alive who was involved in these deals, I want to know. We’re ending them.”

South and East nodded, flanking their brother. They were united now, not just in hatred for Macon, but as protectors of North.

I didn’t even give a shit they just told an FBI agent they were considering premeditated murder. Because I might be the one to give them the bullets.

8

NORTH

I flopped down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. Maybe it had been the whiskey that had gotten the secrets out of me. Maybe it was the orgasm in the telephone room. I could still feel the throb of Jed being inside me. The soreness of being taken so hard, so thoroughly.

The emotions bombarding me were too much. Amazing sex. Sex where there was an actual connection, where it had been too hot, too intense I’d lost my mind. I’d screamed when I came. Thank God for sturdy, vintage house construction.

It had been the best sex of my life, with a guy who drove me crazy. He was as bossy as me. Worse, because he got his way. That wasn’t the reason why I wanted to climb him like a tree and shoot him at the same time. It was because I liked it when he told me what to do.

That was scary as shit because Macon had ordered me around and I’d had to give in. There’d been no winning with him. Compromise, perhaps. Maybe in-the-moment success, but in the long run, I’d always lost.

Why was I falling for Jed? Did I have a Daddy complex? I groaned because that was just ridiculous and a completely scary thought. I flopped over onto my stomach.

It didn’t matter. Jed was probably halfway back to his place by now. He’d gotten what he’d wanted. In my pants. Well, beneath my dress. He’d gotten off and I’d trusted him while he’d done it.

The end.

I rolled over, stared at the ceiling some more.

I’d have to face my brothers again. Eventually. They had even more reason to hate their father. It didn’t matter because he was dead. It was over. Macon’s hold over all of us was over.

Was it though? I’d looked through the files Julian had collected for me. After Jed left this morning, I’d spent my time between meetings reading through what my father had been up to. Outstanding deals Macon had been working on. Some I’d known about; others were new to me.