Page 37 of Jace
“And of course, you know Vale Monroe, our colleague, and Nash Allen, our accountant. Vale can infiltrate your ex-husband’s world, and Nash can infiltrate his bank accounts.”
“Thank you, everyone.” Vivian lifts her chin. “I’ll return your kindness one day, I promise.”
The poise Vivian was raised with is obvious. So is the pride. Now that Vivian knows she’s not alone, it’s clear she’s ready to fight back.
“What do you need from me?” she asks.
“His bank accounts.” Nash crosses his arms.
She nods. “You can have all the files from my divorce. We went through his accounts during discovery.”
Axel probes, “Who was your divorce attorney?”
“Harlow Sutton,” she answers, and Axel laughs. “Is something funny?” Vivian tenses, ready to defend her friend.
“About Harlow?” Axel replies. “No, nothing’s funny. She’s a viper lawyer in lace. I’m sure she went after your ex.”
“She did.” Vivian regards Axel with suspicion. Understandably. He could intimidate the angel of death. “But David, my ex, is contesting my father’s trust. When my father died, I took over as the trustee, but David filed a lawsuit saying he was like a son to my father, that he should be a trustee too.”
Axel shakes his head. “But once your father passed, his trust became irrevocable and yours.”
“I know,” Vivian replies stoically. “That’s how irredeemable my ex is. We’re at a stalemate. I won’t sign over my father’s trust, and if David tries to make me by releasing the video, I’ll have nothing left to lose. It’ll be public, and I’ll file charges against him for the unlawful disclosure of intimate images. So he’s trying to take my father’s money through the courts while all I want to do is protect my father’s legacy. Because either way, that video will destroy my father’s name.”
“That’s fucking rich,” Vale scoffs. She stands beside Nash, casually fondling his ass. No one balks. “So not only is your ex threatening to assassinate your character, he’s threatening to take your father’s money? God, I wanna stab his testicles.”
Nash mutters, “Holster your blades around my balls, Poison.”
Ruby narrows her violet eyes. “Yeah, as much as I want to take a hammer to his dick likeDonkey Kong,and?—”
“Damn, ladies.” I wince. “Can we discuss this without dick mutilation?”
Delphine flits her hand. “If men want power, theymustaccept the peril. Even to their precious penis.”
Grant snorts proudly. “Fuck, I love you, woman. Just be precious withmypenis, please.”
Vivian stifles her chuckle. It’s cute and starting to warm my heart; she’s fitting right in.
“As I was saying,” Ruby resumes, focused on Vivian. “Let’s hammer his dickandtwist this around. If we can’t stop that video, what if you say it’s a deepfake? That it’s AI and a lie?”
“Fuck that!” I interject. “I want himandthat video buried.”
Holding Vivian in my arms last night, in our first hug, as her tears soaked my shirt, made me want to end this. No spin. No exceptions. No breath remaining.
“Jace.” Vivian must sense my rage. She touches my arm. “It’s okay. It’s a good idea in case we can’t?—”
“Oh, but we fuckingwill, Viv.” I cup her cheek. Suddenly, I’m feeling more and more possessive over her, and she’s letting me. “You have no idea what we can do.Together. Trust me.”
“Trustus,” Grant adds. “Just give us intel and time, and we’ll nail him.”
“Andhis dick,” Ruby gloats.
She makes Axel proud. I can tell he’s twitching to wrap his arms around Ruby, but we’re wading into these waters with Vivian.
I don’t want to drown her with our bonds.
“Just promise me one thing.” Vivian addresses the room, “Please help me nail him, but I want to be the one totellhim. I want to relish the look on his face when he realizes I’ve won.”
A sudden image crosses my mind, stirring my cock. Imagining exactly how Vivian can show her ex how much she’s won, while I show him how much he’s lost.
