“I’ve never forgotten that,” I said. So true.

“Then don’t equate the rest of us with our father. We’re not anything like him.”

He was right. Still, I couldn’t help, “Except you’re pretty much a dead ringer for him.”

Reid’s jawline tensed. It went rigid, to the point where his lips trembled slightly.

That wasn’t fair. Not even a little. “I’m sorry. That was out of line.”

“Slightly,” he agreed.

“I owe your brother everything. I’ve never forgotten that.”

And I never would.

2

Reid

The black hair goth look was too harsh for Zee. She was a beautiful woman—with a rocking showgirl body—but the black hair wasn’t working.

I understood well why she wore her hair black. It gave her a hard look. A “don’t fuck with me” look.

She’d been fucked with more than enough for one lifetime.

But I’d deal with the hair, because I had to seduce this woman. I had to, not just for myself and my family, to help clear our names, but also because…

Well…because I fucking wanted to.

Zee was a challenge, and I never backed down from a challenge.

My father might have been a raging psychopathic rapist, but he did teach me a few things. Oh, I hated the bastard, but I learned some excellent lessons from him.

First, he taught me about hard work. There was simply no substitute for it.

Second, he taught me the value of the dollar. Sure, we Wolfes had thrown money around for decades, but only because we could. We kept a lot of our money in non-liquid assets where it was safe.

Third, he taught me about challenges. Nothing came easy, and challenges were to be embraced.

Not until his death did I realize just how he embraced every challenge. Criminal activity? Just another challenge. He figured out how to get away with it, and he succeeded.

Another thing I never knew, until after he died, was how much he truly hated his children.

How else would we all be suspects in his murder?

Derek Wolfe was the ultimate egomaniac. A megalomanic, even.

More and more, I wondered if he’d orchestrated his own death. My siblings disagreed with me, but they hadn’t worked with him. I had, and I knew him better than anyone.

In his warped mind, he’d see it as a challenge. Going out on his own terms.

Whatever Derek Wolfe had or hadn’t done, I was going to prove my siblings and I were innocent of his murder.

But I needed to get the cops off our tails to do it.

That was where Zee came in.

I cleared my throat. “You don’t owe Roy anything,” I said to Zee. A little reverse psychology never hurt anyone.

“You can’t actually believe that.”