He Opened My Family Vault for His Mistress…

I looked at Nora.

“Does Sloane know?”

“Not yet.”

I closed the file.

“Call her.”

Sloane came to Whitaker Reserve two days later.

No silk this time.

Jeans. Black sweater. Hair pulled back. Eyes cautious.

She looked at me as though expecting a trap.

Perhaps she deserved one.

Perhaps I did.

We sat in Vault 7B with Rosa’s photograph between us.

I told her everything.continue reading …