Page 40 of One Last Rainy Day
“Fuck them.”
“My sentiments too, but something is definitely up.”
“They coming?” I ask, making a few more clicks.
“The invitation was sent, but they’ve missed the last two.”
“Might be time to send a few birds to fly south.”
He nods as I roll back in my chair and glances at my desktop. “What were you working on?”
He reads my hesitation and grins. “Now Ihave to know.”
Standing, I move the mouse to hover over my last open window before clicking it and turning up the volume. In the next second, Cecelia’s voice fills the air.
“If I’m being forced to pay, literally, for your oversights, then I will have my say with you. That woman told me over and over that I was your daughter, and I had no idea how to convey that meant nothing!”
Eyes widening, Tyler steps into the room and shuts the door.
“When did this go down?”
“About an hour ago.”
“Sean hear it yet?”
“No, but I’m sure he’s aware. This was brought on last night due to a confrontation at the plant. Cecelia’s been bullied.”
Tyler nods. “Sean mentioned it.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“Didn’t think you would care...any visual with this?”
“No, this mic is in the dining room.”
“Damn.” Tyler crosses his arms, listening intently as Cecelia goes off on Roman.“...asked you for a single thing,aside from extending support to my mother, who worked herself stupid to make sure I had everything I needed, and you couldn’t be bothered to do that. I’m asking you to make this right, not for me, but for them. If you want to continue to dangle your fortune over my head, then do it, or better yet, take it away and give it back to them. Because if it’s their money I’m inheriting, I don’t want it.”
Tyler’s smile widens with every word. “She’s really laying into him. I would love to have seen his face.”
I stand and grab my boots, kicking into them at the foot of my bed as he turns to me. “You still aren’t sold on her.”
A statement—so I don’t bother with a reply. Tyler lets me off the hook where Sean wouldn’t.
“I get it, Dom. I don’t think I could separate it either if I were in your position, but she’s good people. And whip-smart.”
I don’t correct him that recently, I have been able to separate Cecelia from her father. Not just because of my attraction to her, which there’s no fucking denying. For that, I blame the gift of vision combined with my underutilized cock.
What I haven’t told Tyler is that even though this fight went down an hour ago, I’ve been listening to her berate Roman on repeat since it happened. My issues with Sean’s absence lessening as I did. He’s been utilizing his time with her wisely—not just dicking her—but teaching her what we collectively stand for, like any other recruit. Teachings she’s obviously taken to heart and ring clear in her stand with Roman.
“I don’t have to be right about her,” I tell him truthfully as Cecelia continues to criticize him for a lot more than beinga shitty business owner. “It’s better if I’m not.” I grab my keys as her emotional baggage starts to shift her rant.
“I’m sure it’s a lot to deal with, but this one is close to you. It’s right under your nose.”
Lowering the volume at the doorway, I glance back at him. “But yeah, I’m still not sold for more reasons than one. She’s too fucking young.”
“But you’re considering it.” Another statement; this time I speak up.
“I wouldn’t go that far.” I push past him where he lingers at the monitor. Her voice echoes down the hall as I take the stairs two at a time. Pushing out of the front door, Sean’s constant pleas with me to hear her out circle through my mind as I start up my Camaro and flip on the radio to drown the new noise out.
