Chapter 147 Contracts
"But Ricky, I don't understand! I'm your mother! You can't do this to me!" she begs, almost in tears. "You would do this to me just for some stupid little girl who isn't good enough for you?"
"You are no one to me if you let your husband kidnap my fiancé! I'm going to have you arrested for conspiracy. I know you are part of it; I just need the fucking proof!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Mom is so fucking stubborn. But she's going to learn, I'm not going to put up with her bullshit. I'm fucking pissed about the whole day being wasted waiting for the fucking lawyer, when I could've found Josie by now, if she would've just cooperated!
"Then stand aside, if you have nothing to hide!" I demand. "Because I know what I'm looking for, and if you really have no idea what it is, I'd be happy to show it to you!"
I can see mom trembling trying to come up with a solution. But there isn't one for her, not with her keeping her out of jail. I don't know what she thinks she can do to keep me from Josie, but she's wrong.
"Ricky, please don't do this! She was never meant to be yours! It was all a lie!" Mom shouts at me, like that would change a damn thing. It doesn't!
"Well, that's just too damn bad, because I fell in love with her anyway! And now she's mine, and I don't give a damn what you or dad thinks. Soon, you'll both be in prison and then I can sell the fucking villa, or maybe I'll keep it for Charlie. But this will no longer be your home!"
And then I push past her. I don't care that she's yelling at me. She can't be scared or pissed or anything she wants. I'm much more pissed and scared than her, so I win.
I march into the office and look around. There are papers everywhere. How the hell am I supposed to find what I'm looking for in all of this mess?
"Alright, Grant and Sean, search the closet. Brent, the filing cabinet. I'm going to try and see what I can do with the desk," I instruct, and I stomp my way over to the desk, praying I can find something fast.
And just like that we were waist deep in paperwork.
I found multiple contracts and contacts, not the ones I had been planning on finding, but I was taking them anyway. Every single one of them made me sick.
Some were paying people for their silence. Some were paying people to have others taken care of. But the one I found most disturbing was a human trafficking ring he was involved in.
"I think I found something," Brent shouts, holding a paper up in the air. "It's a new acquisition. He bought some sort of a club, and it's only a few miles from here," he explains.
"Let me see it!" I demand and read over the file.
He's right! This has to be it. My heart pounds in my chest with hope! I think we're finally getting somewhere!
"Alright, guys. We've got this. Grant! Call Jeff and have him get the cops. We're going to fucking storm the club!"
Mom screams from behind me, "Ricky, you don't want to do that! Your father... he'll... You can't! It's better for everyone this way! Just let it be!" she begged.
I think I've had enough and shove her up against the wall. I'm not going to hurt her. Not if I can help it. But I want her to know I'm serious!
"If I find that you have had anything to do with this, your sentence will be just as long as Deans. And If I find my baby was hurt in the process? I'm going to make sure you are both put away for life!"
"B-baby?" She squeaks.
"Yes, mother. You are going to be a grandmother, but I doubt you will ever have the pleasure of knowing it, " snarl pushing past her once again as she calls out to me to stop.
But I don't.
I fucking can't!
"Don't worry, Josie. I'm coming for you!"