Chapter 96: CALLING IN A FAVOUR
Finnegan
"And he has the club to the ball, Will Wolfe make the shot? He raises the club-"
"Henry you’re about to get hit by the club if you don’t keep quiet!" I hissed through my teeth, my grip tightening around the golf club.
"You’ve been standing there for like twenty minutes," Henry groaned a few steps away from
on the golf course. Green fields spread around us,the Saturday sun hanging low in the sky. "We ca here to play, not spend the whole day staring into the the distance-"
I swung the club and the golf ball sailed into the air and rolled into the target hole.
"Perfect!" Arthur cried, clapping a hand over shoulder. "That was a neat hit, man,"
"Oh please, it was just pure luck," My best friend teased, setting his ball. "Watch and learn, Finn,"
I cocked my brows, watching him stretch and that gave a chance for my mind to wander. Abigail’s mouth on my cock, milking
with those lips.
Aphrodite.
I hadn’t ant to call her that. I didn’t even know I had said it, until I did. She had been kneeling over
with her dark hair loose and her lips slick with my cum and my entire nervous system had apparently filed her under the wrong na.
Except it hadn’t felt wrong when I said it. That was the thing that bothered
ever since that night.
I would be lying if I said she and Aphrodite weren’t similar. The way she had moved, the sounds she made, it had been just like Aphrodite.
But they looked different right. The hair, the eye color... my brows furrowed in confusion as a mory of Aphrodite’s contact falling filled my head. It had been one night, months ago, just for a second before she fixed it. So she definitely used contacts to hide her eye color.
And her hair... hadn’t it been black the first night i saw her and then suddenly it turned dark brown. I had assud it was the lighting or sothing but... if that wasn’t her real hair color as well, what was it?
"Finnegan." Henry appeared at my elbow. "You’re doing it again. What’s wrong?"
I glanced over his shoulder at Arthur who was taking his shot, then tipped my head towards a tree nearby.
"I’m calling in that favour," I muttered when we were out of earshot.
Henry rolled his eyes and dropped his shoulders. I had helped him find so top level information that helped the establishnt of his club and he had promised that he owed
one.
"You own Sanctuary. I’m sure you can access the registration information of everyone."
"Oh, shit. Not that," He sighed.
"What were you expecting, man? I understand how you but I’ll be discreet about this. I promise."
He stroked the trimd beard around his jaw. "Alright. What’s this about?"
"Aphrodite, I need to know who she is."
"The brunette you keep gallivanting around the club with? That’s a breach of mber privacy, man. It’s the foundation of the club,"
"I know that," I sighed agitatedly, running my hand through my hair. "I only want to know. I’m not going to do anything with it that causes harm. You have my word, Henry,"
Henry turned the golf club in his hands, considering what I had said.
"Fine, I’ll pull her registration. But Finn," his eyes narrowed. "If you’re wrong about whatever you’re thinking, this has to stay between us and you must be discreet."
"Agreed."
Arthur made the shot and let out a howl of excitent when the ball stood at the edge of the hole. Henry sauntered over to tease him about while my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Atticus’ na flashed across the screen when I whipped it out.
"Boss, I apologize for the interruption. I’m calling about Drake Huntington. He has been requesting a eting with you and has beco rather insistent about it. The warden had to call
to relay the ssage."
That piece of shit who laid his hands on my assistant? How she had dated that selfish, preening son of a bitch was beyond .
"Ignore it,"
"He claims to have information you’d want to hear, sir. He’s been saying so for two weeks."
Information? This had better be good. Besides, I had a question of my own that required answering. I was still waiting for the response from HD deliveries on who the fuck took my package and should get answer before noon.
"I’ll be there in an hour," Ending the call with a swipe, I excused myself from the golf course and had Connor bring the car around.
An hour later, I was in the prison visiting room. It reeked of so cheap detergent. Huntington sat across the table behind the glass, dark circles under his eyes and his hands trembling as he clasped them together.
"Apparently, Orange suits you,"
"Haha, very funny," he spat, bloodshot eyes glaring at .
"You have sixty seconds to say what you have for ," I leaned back in the tal chair, crossing my arms together.
"That’s not much ti to negotiate."
"You’re not negotiating, You’re in prison. Fifty seconds."
His jaw tightened. "Get
out first, then I’ll talk."
He had to be fucking joking. I didn’t get my ass down here just so he could ss around and play gas with . I kicked back the chair I sat on ready to leave when he yelled.
"Wait! I said wait," he called, louder. The guard at the door glanced over. "Fine. Fine, sit down. Sit down, would you? Jesus."
I remained standing, glancing at the watch around my wrist. "Talk."
"I know where Alicia hides other information she took from your precious company," He declared, darting his eyes nervously at the guard standing at the door. "Please, you have to get
out of here and I’ll show you,"
"My team has swept everything connected to Duke from top to bottom. We already know what information she’s taken and they’ve been recovered. This was a waste of my ti," I took a few steps away ready to leave when a thought dropped in my mind.
My feet turned back around. "Did... did Miss Kellerman ever have red hair?"
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