“We’ve been through that. My name is Rock.”

“Rock.” I sighed. “The stipulation I’m talking about is this. For you and your siblings to inherit the business holdings at all, you, Rock Wolfe, must move to Manhattan and take your place as CEO of the company. You need to run the company, or it will be sold to the highest bidder.”

5

Rock

Fucking bastard.

This had to be some kind of a sick joke.

“I assure you it’s not,” Lacey said, when I mentioned the same. “I tried to talk him out of this. I told him you had no idea how to run a billion dollar company, and that it was irresponsible to put his company in the hands of a son he’d been estranged from for so long, a son who’d never had any experience in business at all.”

A son who’d tried to off him once.

But she didn’t know that.

“And he didn’t listen to you? What the hell kind of lawyer are you? Can’t you control your clients?”

She walked around her desk and stood right in front of me, forcing me to look up at her. “It’s my job to advise my clients what the law is and what is in their best interests under the law. I didn’t feel this decision was in his company’s best interest, and I told him so many times. However, the law allows a person to bequeath his property to whomever he chooses with whatever stipulations he chooses. I did my job, Mr. Wolfe.”

There she went with the Mr. Wolfe again. She looked cutely irate, her hands glued to her hips and her cheeks flushing a glorious pink.

“Well”—I stood, this time making her look up to me—“I won’t do it. I don’t give a flying fuck about Wolfe Enterprises.”

“Do you give a flying fuck about Roy, Reid, and Riley?” she asked adamantly.

I sat back down with a plunk.

Roy, Reid, and Riley.

Of course I gave a fuck. They were my brothers and sister. I’d protected them as best I could before I’d been sent away.

“Well?” she asked again.

I closed my eyes. “Yes.”

“Then you don’t have a choice,” Lacey said. “They lose their inheritance if you don’t do as the will stipulates.”

“You mean as my bastard father stipulates,” I said. “He’s coming after me from the grave, the son of a bitch.”

She placed her hand on my shoulder. The gesture was caring, but it ignited a spark under my skin.

“He is. But if you don’t do this, Rock, your siblings will suffer. They won’t get their share of the business.”