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“Are you my father?”
“Was Oscar your son?”
“In every way except blood.”
“No. Oscar was not Graeme’s. He was Reginald Huntley’s child.”
“Catherine’s father,”
“No, she didn’t sleep with her father … he raped her. For years. She was the victim of his assault night after night from when she was about ten. When she got pregnant, she found the strength to escape him. She went for the only people powerful enough to take on Huntley.”
“She threatened someone you love. I’m starting to understand the way Delta works, now. When money isn’t enough of an incentive, threaten to kill people.”
“There are two things I need you to remember, Butterfly,” he said softly. “One: Catherine is going to pay for what she has done. In every way possible, she will regret the day she hurt you.”
“Two: your parents loved you very much. I didn’t even have to meet them to know this, because you are so fucking lovable. But,
and I don’t say this to take away from them .... you have so much love and family in your world still. I fucking love you. An unconditional sort of love. It doesn’t matter how you fuck up, Riles, you’ll always have me. I’m your family.”
Dante
“Catherine needs the vote to go her way,” he said. “Check your board members. She thinks she has the votes to get Huntley in, and if that happens, they’re going to kill you all.”
Dante: How could you? How could you kill her parents? They were all she had in this world. You’ve destroyed her. You’ve destroyed your daughter.
Keeping my friends safe was the top of my list, and I truly believed the only way to do that was to ensure that all of Delta’s board was gone.
A single black rose was tucked into the wipers. I fumbled with my phone again, raising it so there was a very low light across the car. My hands trembled at the red running in lines down from the thorns. Carl’s blood. I knew it was Carl’s blood, just like I knew the killer was leaving me a message. You’re next.
maybe your driver had nothing to do with your company at all. Dad seemed to indicate that it might be something related to you.”
“The black rose triggered in our database as being linked to an open investigation,” Shephard explained. “The specific variety is rare, called Osiria. It’s native to a remote region of Turkey, so not something readily available at florists. We’re worried that this links you to another victim. We’ve brought uniformed officers with us because until we can verify more information, we think it best you keep a police guard around the clock.”
These roses are involved in an open murder investigation. A young oil family heiress in Texas was recently stabbed to death in her bed. The only clue left was a black Osiria rose drenched in her blood.”
So callous. No thoughts about others being killed by this same person. Or about bringing his daughter’s killer to justice. He’d rather protect the Huntley name and not drag it through the mud any more than it already was.
Oscar’s body.”
“Maybe Catherine and Graeme dug it up to make sure no one ever discovered that Oscar was the product of an incestuous relationship.”
Beck finally spoke up, his voice graveled and deeper than I’d ever heard. “He’s lying. The Johnson I knew was not sloppy like this. Multiple times tonight he left a bread trail to him. Which leads me to only one conclusion. He wanted to be caught. This is his swan song. Go out with a bang taking down the biggest heiress in the world.”
Beck stepped the two steps back to me, stopping right in front of me. “You are my life, Riley. My fucking life, heart, and soul.” His hand slammed against his chest. “Without you, there is no fucking me, so yes, he almost killed me.”
“Your friend from elementary school, Scarlett … she didn’t just move away in the fourth grade.”
“Her entire family was killed in an explosion. Final ruling was a faulty electrical board that caught fire and blew the car up. But I knew it was Catherine.”
“Her parents worked for Catherine,” Dante whispered, “and they used their daughter to keep track of you. But when they got scared and ran, Catherine had them killed.”
Catherine had reduced me to this. To a shell of the former person I was. A shell of the fucking person I could have been.
“Catherine got to her,” he said simply. “She didn’t want me distracted, and she knew Hailey meant something to me, so she paid her off. It was a not very subtle warning to me that she owned me. My life. Every single part of it, and if I ever strayed, she would destroy my world.”
Catherine was the one responsible for Oscar’s death. The look in her eyes as she grinned at me was so cold, so ruthless, so totally removed from sanity...
she had zero issues murdering her children to get ahead in life.

