Chapter 220: THE RECORDING
Finnegan
The warm water in the tub had gone lukewarm by the time River knocked on the bathroom door.
I was still buried deep inside Abigail, her body soft and pliant against mine, her pussy fluttering around my cock as the last ripples of her orgasm faded. She was purring contentedly, her head resting on my shoulder.
For a moment, I wanted to ignore the world outside this tub. I wanted to stay here, wrapped in her warmth, pretending all my problems didn’t exist. That my brother and mother weren’t scheming together against me.
If I weren’t a replica of Devin, I could have sworn I was adopted, given how much contempt they both treated me with. I was their fucking family, and for years, for fifteen solid years, they had lied to me and apparently had been trying to get rid of me.
But why now? Why fifteen years? They had killed Abigail’s parents. Just how many more people had my mother and Devin killed, all for their greed?
I hugged Abigail tighter, wanting to pretend all that didn’t exist but reality always came knocking. I kissed Abigail’s temple, brushing my lips against her soft skin.
"I’ll be back," I murmured. She gave a little hum as I eased her off my thighs into the tub, then climbed out of the water.
Water streamed down my body. I grabbed a thick towel and wrapped it around my waist, hiding the evidence of what we had just done.
Abigail’s soft cornflower blue eyes watched me with heavy lids, a satisfied little smile on her lips that made my chest swell. If I had to tie her down to keep her from running headfirst into dangerous situations, I was seriously considering it.
I opened the door a crack. River stood in my bedroom, her entire body rigid and tense, holding up a phone.
"It’s Martha," she whispered. "She has been calling nonstop, and she said it’s urgent."
Did something happen at my mother’s place after I left? She wouldn’t have expected me to find the truth, so she must have tried to take extra measures for whatever plans she, Devin, and Victoria had.
"Thanks, River," I murmured, plucking the phone from her hands.
She wiggled her brows at me and mouthed, "I’m telling Henry."
I flipped her the middle finger while she threw her head back in silent laughter and sauntered out of the room.
I swiped the screen to answer the call, stepping away from the bathroom door so Abigail wouldn’t hear. "Martha. What is it?"
Her voice was shaky, barely above a whisper. "Finnegan... Devin is alive. I saw him yesterday at the mansion. He came through the hidden gate. I was hiding... I saw him with my own eyes. What is going on? How is he alive?"
I shut my eyes for a second; the confirmation landed like a second blow to the gut, even though I already knew. "I know, Martha. I found out last night as well. Stay safe. Don’t say anything to anyone. I’ll handle it."
"I still can’t believe it. Your mother, she..." She trailed off for a few seconds before dropping her voice to a whisper.
"I overheard them talking yesterday. Your mother, Victoria, and Devin. They’re planning something big for the company. I couldn’t hear everything, but it sounded dangerous. I made a recording on my phone. I’ll send it to you now."
"Thanks, Martha. Please do."
Barely two minutes after I ended the call, the recording arrived in a text. I played the audio file. The voices sounded distant, but I recognized Mom’s voice.
Then a voice I hadn’t heard in fifteen years reached my ears. My fingers tightened around the device until it creaked, the screen cracking under the pressure.
That asshole. Fuck, for years I had carried his death on my conscience like I was the one who killed him, and he was alive all along?!
I needed to call an emergency board meeting for tomorrow. I couldn’t let my mother make another move without me being ready.
I stepped back into the bedroom, glancing at Abigail still lounging in the tub, her body glistening with water, hickeys littering her lovely tits. She cupped them as I moved closer, pursing her lips.
"Is everything okay?"
"Nothing I can’t handle." I yanked the towel off and slid into the tub with her.
I would handle it all tomorrow. The next day, at exactly ten in the morning, I sat in the boardroom with Jason seated next to me, facing the entire board of directors who had shown up for the emergency board meeting I had called.
Abigail was resting at home despite throwing an adorable tantrum that she was fine enough to work. I had River and Angel watching her, as well as fifteen other security guards on the compound.
Jason was my temporary assistant for the day, and while he was good at it, he always looked sweaty and pale, as if he might pass out.
He turned even paler when the door to the boardroom opened in the middle of the meeting, and my mother walked in.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded coldly, a stinging sensation blooming through my veins.
Mother smiled thinly. "Am I not part of the board? Last I checked, I still own a significant share in Wolfe Corporation, and as of today," she held up a stack of documents, "I own 48% of Wolfe Corp shares. I am now in a position to contend for the chairman and CEO."
Gasps rippled through the room. Directors exchanged shocked glances. Pretenders. Some of them had obviously sold their shares to Mother.
My lawyer rose, took the documents from my mother, and reviewed them, flipping through the pages with a furrowed brow. Finally, he looked up.
"This appears valid, Mrs. Wolfe," he stated reluctantly. "You do hold 48%."
Mother smiled triumphantly. "Then I can now become CEO of Wolfe Corporation."
The room erupted in murmurs. I leaned back in my chair, watching her with narrowed eyes.
"Well, I’m afraid not, Mrs. Wolfe," he replied, glancing at me.
I slid a thick folder across the table toward her, and it shouldn’t have pleased me to see the worry flicker in my mother’s eyes, but it did.
"Why don’t you have a look at this, Mother?"
