“No.” She frowns. “That is not my intention. I just want …”
“I want to go home.” I stand. “But that seems impossible for now.” I would bet my life that the guys had something to do with the explosion, gas leak, whatever the fuck it was.
They set it.
But I’ll never be able to prove it. This is what they want. Me under one of their roofs, and Law was the perfect option since my father is marrying his fucking mother. They want to control me.
“I know this is hard on you after everything but …” She stands as well. “Please believe me when I say I love your father. You as well,” Lisa adds quickly. “We’re going to be family. I’m opening my home to both of you.”
“And you expect me to be grateful.” I nod. “I understand you perfectly.”
She purses her lips for a second. “I want you to know that you can come to me for anything. That you have a bigger support system than ever.”
I frown. “Support system?” What the fuck does that mean?
“Yes—me, your father, and Hamilton.” She calls her son by his middle name because she hates that they named him after her ex-husband as much as Law does. “We are here for you. Your family.”
The thought of being any relation to Law makes me want to vomit. The sick bastard will no doubt get off on this. I cross my arms over my chest and test her. “Do you think Dax did it?” She never took either side back when we went to trial, and now, I know why—my father. She was already fucking him and wanted to stay neutral.
Law’s father allowed him to testify, not Lisa. And I never questioned where she stood on what was happening. Now it makes sense.
“I believe that you saw something,” she says without hesitation. “And I also believe that just because you can’t prove something doesn’t mean it never happened.”
My shoulders sag at her answer. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel a little better. For now. All I wanted was for someone to believe me, and she’s as close as I’m going to get.
“It’s late,” she continues. “Hamilton will show you to your room, and your father has a team going in tomorrow to retrieve your belongings that were not affected by the fire. For now, I have a set of pajamas on the bed for you and just place your …” Her eyes look over my tangled hair and the black mini dress that reveals way too much and smiles softly. “Clothes in the hamper outside your room.” With that, she turns and walks away, her Louboutin heels clapping on her marble floor.
I am officially in hell!
GRAYSON LAW
I stand at the top of the left staircase waiting on Henley. She looks drained, still drunk, and irritated all at once. No doubt her talk with my mother is getting to her.
My mother is one of the sweetest women I’ve ever known. It’s a mystery how she ended up with my father, even if it was for a short time.
“Your room is on the left.” I open the closed door and allow her to enter. “You remember it, right?”
She doesn’t say anything, but I watch her eyes widen as she takes it in. It’s the same room that she brought Datson to. I thought it’d be a nice twist. A reminder that nothing will go on in this house that I won’t know about.
Henley used to come over all the time, but my mother redecorated it when she got engaged to Henley’s father a few months ago while my little doll was in New York. I think a part of my mother wants him to move into our house instead of her moving into his. I’m not sure how the living arrangements are going to fall. And honestly, I couldn’t care less. My ass is graduating soon and going off to college. Where she decides to live won’t affect my life in any way.
A white four-post king-size bed sits on a platform in the center of the room. A white leather bench sits at the foot of the bed. There’s an alcove that has French doors leading out to the balcony. A white leather couch decorated with purple throw pillows sits off to the right of them. She walks over to the doors, and I look her over.
She still wears the dress she had worn to the club. I’m surprised Scout didn’t fuck her tonight in the bathroom or in the back of his car in the parking lot before he left. I thought he was going to piss on her in front of everyone just to prove a point. But somehow, he managed to fight that urge. We all want her. Well, that’s a lie. Dax wants her dead, and Rellik wants nothing to do with her. He gives her too much credit. Thinks she has some kind of secret weapon to take us all down. But me and Scout? We plan on using our little doll. We paid for her. We’re going to get our money’s worth sort of thing.