Episode 6: It’s a ‘we’ problem.

The Reason (Sam)

“It’s okay,” Ty’s arms pulled him into his chest. The pillows on Ty’s bed cradled them, and the darkness held them.

He felt the shakiness of his breath and knew that he was crying. Robert took away everything good. He’d taken Samuel from him. He’d taken the safety of the hiding spot. He’d taken away the first smile he’d had. “Please…don’t let him take you away.”

Ty shifted so that he could pull Sam in tight, “I’m not letting anyone take you from my arms. Which includes that sidepiece of yours.”

It had been a joke meant to calm his racing heart. It did that. Closed eyes returned him the safety of darkness he’d thought was lost to him. But Ty brought it back.

“You don’t have to do this,” Ty gave him permission.

His cheek now rested on Ty’s bare chest. Thoughts swarmed about, but none could reach his lips.

Ty’s fingers were in his hair, “what’s going on in there?”

Slowly he opened his eyes to stare at his bared left hand upon Ty’s body, “I’m scared you’ll hate me like he does.”

The words could only come out on a broken whisper. Ty sat up, making him have to do the same. A soft touch held his cheeks as Ty pulled their faces together for a kiss to wipe away the fear. They could taste the tears within their kisses. He clung to Ty’s reassurances.

For a moment, Ty pulled back just enough to say, “you didn’t deserve any of it. And I’ll hate everyone who didn’t stop it as much as I hate him.”

It wasn’t just that Ty was on his side. It was that Ty hated Robert, giving license to the feelings Sam was always afraid he didn’t have a right to.

Hands held his neck while thumbs brushed lightly over his earlobes. Ty made a promise, “I won’t ever be able to hate you. And he won’t ever be able to touch you again.”

The words washed slowly over him. He held Ty’s arms with their foreheads touching.

“Let’s get breakfast and your coffee. It’s almost time,” Ty’s words were followed with a light kiss.

They would eventually get up and get dressed. The others were roused, and breakfast became an event. Looking around, listening to the banter of people who called themselves family, it was clear to Sam what Ty saw in all of this. A full house could be a warm place.

“You’re going to practice dressed like that?” Geo was picking at his brother.

Court’s head fell back, “oh my gawd, yes.”

Smiles were around the room.

“Don’t pick at him,” Jaz laughed. “At least he won’t ruin good clothes.”

“Hey,” Court whined.

Geo looked smug. He liked having Jaz on his side.

As a family they would clean up breakfast. And as a family they would head to the university where Sam’s past and his present would finally collide.

Lost within the memory of those earlier moments, Sam muttered loud enough to be heard by the others, “this is a stupid idea.”

His cell received an alert. As he picked it up, he heard Tanner’s reassurance over his earphones. But it was the message which held his attention. It was a picture of him right now as he sat on the stone wall of the business faculty looking pensive. There was an intonation within the note from Ty. He placed his left hand before his lips, curling all but his middle finger in. He knew Ty saw the gesture.

You two can stop flirting, the group message had been activated by Peyton.

But I need him. These words were silent upon his lips. They were only for Ty.

And he didn’t disappoint, I know how to keep mine safe.

He let the emotions wash over him. I’d rather just have you hide me away.

I have just the bed for that.

A smile came out, it’s not hiding when everyone knows to look for me there.

You’re just gonna ignore me and keep flirting? Peyton was whining over text.

Can we focus? That clearly was Geo.

Sam had a reply for the group this time, I am.

Yah, you are!

Ty never disappointed him. Phone on his lap, Sam pressed his lips against tented fingers. Was he letting Ty down by letting him try? More messages were coming through, but familiar footsteps of high-end shoes now paralyzed his heart.

 The Bait (Crys)

“This is a stupid idea,” Sam’s voice came over her earphones. They could all hear him.

Crys sat at a stone table outside the business faculty. She was getting a few looks but thankfully, no one approached. Could be that she was Court’s girlfriend. No one wanted to bother her or they’d risk his wrath. It was a nice perk if it were accurate!

“We’re not far.”

That was Tanner, who she could see off to her right. He was busy writing in his notebook. Being busy outside his faculty should hopefully keep others from approaching Tanner. They couldn’t afford to have his attention diverted because someone from the drama club had found him.

After some cute texting, there was a shift in Sam that alerted the rest of them. Arms pulled in and his head dropped. The nerves could be felt from where she sat. She wished she could run to his side.

“It’s been a while,” disgust laced a hard voice, “but I found you, Taevan.”

The moment was filling her with terror. How was Sam dealing?

Tanner had his phone out. He was ‘on a video call’, but his line of sight was giving him good access to Sam. She could only hope he was able to catch Sam’s brother at a good angle. In case he didn’t, she also had her phone out to record. She couldn’t see Sam well, but she had a better shot of Sam’s brother.

She analyzed the situation to try and reign in her emotions. They would only interfere with the investigation. Or so her professor had been telling them. Her mom had a different opinion.

Without the knowledge she currently held, Crys would have passed Robert by without much more than a glance if they saw each other on the street. Though a handsome man, he came off as high maintenance. Not something she was drawn to. He wore expensive clothes, costly jewelry and accessories, and he was clearly manicured to a fault. It suited some, but to her, a carefully cultivated appearance needed to be questioned.

That smile he plastered all over social media was nowhere to be seen as he moved closer to Sam. But away from the crowds Robert and Sam had, what appeared to be, privacy. There was no need for Robert to keep the mask on.

“Do you think changing your name changes what you are?” Robert was almost close enough to touch Sam now. “Though I guess changing your name to Sam means you haven’t forgotten what happened to your rabbit.”

It wasn’t an admission of anything.

Downcast eyes tried to keep cruel hands within their peripheral. Sam was struggling.

There was embittered laughter, “you never talk, yet you manage to piss me off at every turn.”

“Why are you here?” Sam’s voice almost didn’t come over the earphones.

She winced because they needed Sam to say Robert’s name. The video might not be enough, they needed the audio as well.

Soft was the volume of a cruel warning, “you think you’re safe just because there’s people around? Do you think you get a free pass just because you run away?”

Sam shook his head.

“I haven’t forgotten what you did.”

“I haven’t either,” the words were barely able to move past his lips.

“I also know about your trick with my money. It’s criminal you know?”

Sam glanced up. Something about Robert’s words sparked that reaction.

Certain that he’d already won, Robert moved close. On a whisper, he spoke harshly, “you are nothing but a frightened little boy sitting in his own piss. How many hours did you spend locked in that cupboard before they found you just feet from the cold corpses of our parents? How many days did you stay in there after?”

Tense fingers twitched as his arms hugged his stomach. Sam was again looking at the ground, “you set them up to be killed.”

“My alibi was solid. I wasn’t anywhere near that house when those very bad men came in,” Robert was enjoying this.

“No one ever checked,” Sam murmured.

“No one ever had to,” there was something in that phrase that also said Robert would make sure no one ever did check his alibi.

Sam dared to glance up, “there’s no statute on murder.”

“Statute matters to the guilty,” there was as pause, “Sam.”

Sam’s head was down again. She sympathized, because even after all this time, just the thought of facing her abuser terrified her! And that was just one time. What Sam must have endured…they were asking too much of him.

Robert laughed with a cruel edge, “you’re not smart enough to pull off something like this. I want a name.”

This wasn’t working. Time for plan B. Crys adjusted her white blouse, letting just the hint of cleavage peek out. The earphones and her cell slid into the side pocket of her bag. She flicked her braids to pull stray hairs out of her collar. Moving quickly helped steal her breath, and gave her a flush, “excuse me?”

Sam and his brother looked over to see her walking up to them. A pleated skirt with knee-high socks and a light sweater over the blouse enhanced her youth. The cute pigtails were also a deliberate touch.

“Hello,” Robert was openly looking her over.

Sam’s head was shaking minutely. He still didn’t like this plan.

She shyly tucked a stray hair behind her ear, “are you a professor here?”

“Ah no, afraid I’m not,” his voice was smooth as satin. A politician’s voice that sounded nothing like the voice coming over her earphones a moment ago. “I’m here to visit my brother.”

“Oh, too bad,” she pouted, pretending not to notice Sam. “I’m still trying to find my way around the grounds. I get lost so easily!”

“I bet it’s overwhelming. You’re not from around here?” He was smooth, but all Crys saw was creepy.

She shook her head, “I’m a smalltown girl.”

Sam shot her a look because, no she wasn’t! But a backstory was imperative for undercover work, and she’d followed her mom’s advice.

“Maybe when I’m done dealing with my brother, we can get to know the city together. I’d enjoy the company,” Robert was pulling out his wallet. An expensive, branded leather article.

Crys took the card, “Robert Woods. You’re a CEO?”

“An important one,” he assured with a self-important smile, keeping his hold on her arm longer than he needed to.

It was clear that Sam wanted to say something.

Crys did her best to blush. Thinking about the first time she’d met Court helped. “Then maybe you’re a little old for someone like me? I’m only seventeen.”

“Too bad,” Robert looked her over again. “You look younger in that outfit.”

“I’m helping a friend out. He works with the drama club,” she gave her most oblivious smile. “He said I have a young look, so I’d be perfect for the role.”

“A budding actress,” his smile held confidence. He was so sure he had her pegged.

“Oh no, I’m just trying to help,” she couldn’t stop her heart from jumping over beats dealing with a man like this caused. She worked with it rather than fight against it, letting it convey a timid personality.

“I could also use some help,” he hadn’t stopped looking her over. “This city is new to me. I can’t remember where my hotel room is.”

It sparked the fire in her! A child who was lonely, shy, or introverted would be vulnerable to the attentions of a good-looking older man. And he damned well knew it.

The cell phone in her bag moved closer when she touched the pendant at her throat, “but I told you I’m seventeen. My mom would get mad if I went with a stranger.”

“Hmm, maybe your mom doesn’t need to know.”

“Don’t,” fear made the word slip out of Sam.

She saw the switch in Robert. Something past anger lit his eyes.

Robert looked coldly down at him, “of course, first I’ll need to deal with my brother. Maybe we can talk online later. There’s a private chat group where we can make plans to meet up without your mom knowing.”

He took back his business card to write the information down. Disgusted with him but satisfied with what she’d gained in this conversation, Crys looked at his business card as he handed it back, “Mr. Woods. So, does that make you Sam Woods?”

Robert made a move to grab her by the arm, “you know my brother?”

“He’s an artist on the production,” she tried unsuccessfully to pull his hand off. “Please let me go.”

“How long have you known him?”

“I don’t even know his last name. I think that should tell you something,” she kept trying to pull her arm free. The pain in that cruel grip had her adrenaline beginning to pump. A rough pull had the card fluttering to the ground. Sam had become very pale. He wanted to save her, but this fear she was tasting had been his whole life for years. Sam wouldn’t be able to come to her rescue.

“I know how my little brother is. He’s a scared little rabbit who plays tricks.” Robert looked her over, “you might be one of those tricks.”

“Let me go,” she made the plea clear.

“Not until I’m satisfied.”

Robert’s look had turned evil! She stared up into eyes that were filled with hatred. It stole her breath, robbing her of the ability to utter the words needed to bring a rescue.

“Let me go,” the fear in her voice was real.

Sam shook.

Robert’s fingers bit painfully into her arm, “I think the three of us take a ride together. Find out just how close my brother is to you.”

“She’s not,” Sam was trying so hard.

“Save it,” Robert was spitting. “You’re a leech willing to hide behind anyone. This wouldn’t be the first skirt you’ve hidden under.”

Sam was so pale.

“Get up, Taevan,” the order was low and cold.

“We’re not going anywhere with you,” she pulled at his fingers.

The hold tightened, and despite what she knew, she was scared. He reached into his pocket. She was pulled forward.

She pulled back with all she had, “let go!”

“Is there a problem?” Three officers in uniform were approaching. Their gaze upon them said that they wouldn’t simply pass on by. Was this the rescue she wanted to call for?

“Please help,” she jumped at the opportunity.

The officer considered her a short moment before he looked at Robert, “is there a problem, Mr. Woods?”

Those words took away all hope. Sam was lost to his fears. His fingers were moving over the cement wall he sat upon, and he was mouthing something that she couldn’t catch.

“It’s good to see you again Special Constable Everly,” Robert’s smooth voice was back.

She looked in question at them. That name rang a clear bell. Robert finally released her arm to extend a hand to the officer addressing him. Kurt’s father shook that hand. She stepped closer to Sam.

“It’s just a small family problem. I wouldn’t want to waste an officer’s valuable time. But I’ll let my brother decide how he wants the next steps to go. Taevan.”

“Strange, since I know him as Sam,” was the response from the constable.

They were putting Sam in a horrible spot. Either go with his abusive brother, or go with the officer whose kid he effectively exiled. Sam stared as though he couldn’t hear anyone. His fingers kept drawing something on the cement.

“I would like to file charges,” she spoke up. Even calculated risks were dangerous. And this was going off script. Good thing she no longer had her earbuds in.

Robert gave her a chance to run, “isn’t it time you got to class, little girl?”

She looked to the officers, “I told him I’m seventeen, but he’s trying to get me to go somewhere alone with him. And doesn’t want me to tell my mom.”

“I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding,” Kurt’s father looked hard at Robert.

She went with her gut, “I told him twice. There was no misunderstanding.”

“Why don’t you get on to class, like he suggested.” This was her warning.

A warning she ignored, “will you not help me?”

The two officers behind Kurt’s father looked at each other uncomfortably. Would they continue allowing him the lead?

“We’re on campus property. I’m sure your security will be able to help you,” there had been a note of derision when he’d said the word, security.

She cutely cocked her head, “soliciting someone you understand to be a minor, as Mr. Woods has, would be a crime for a Special Constable. That is your mandate, isn’t that right officers?”

Robert glared with suspicion, “what classes are you taking?”

“The law is fascinating, isn’t it?” She looked pointedly at the officers, “I want to ask one more time, will you please step in to help me?”

“Sir,” the officer at his right spoke.

Kurt’s father waved a hand sharply, “quiet! I’m advising you to get to your class while you can. It would be a shame if you were late.”

“I think my professor would understand,” she shrugged. “In fact, she’d probably be keenly interested. Since you’re Kurt Everly’s father, and there’s video of your son and his friends beating up Sam off school property. I wonder how you having any contact with Sam would affect that case. I’m sure it’s something my law professor would be happy to talk about. She has been an expert witness on dozens of cases.”

“Who my son is has no bearing on the relationship Mr. Woods and I have.”

“You admit that you have a relationship, and that’s why you’re here,” she let her finger tap out the sequence as she spoke. “Interesting how the truth always has a way of coming out.”

“I’m quite confident that there isn’t any reason for us to be here,” Constable Everly took a step back. “If the campus police can’t assist either of you, they’ll call in local law enforcement. Protocol has to be followed. I’m sure you’ve learned that in your classes.”

“We had a deal,” Robert spoke without thinking.

“A deal?” Her innocent sounding question drew gazes.

“If our division can offer any assistance, we’ll be sure to do that. But, as you said, this is a private, family matter. Have a good day.”

The officers left. Robert turned deathly cold eyes upon her, “you know a lot about things that don’t concern you.”

“I’m learning,” she put herself between Sam and Robert.

Commotion drew their attention. The rugby team was jogging their way. There was good-natured mockery going on until Crys was spotted. Seemed staged, but maybe Robert wouldn’t notice that.

“Gorgeous,” Court called out. It was the first time he’d called her that in that tone which leaked tension just a fraction. Court wasn’t happy with her.

Sam looked at her with eyes that pleaded either for her to run or for her to save him. She wanted to reassure him but doing so might alert Robert, whose attention was on the team.

Coming into their space, Court pulled Crys into his arms. She laughed, pointing out that he was sweaty. And yet, she wasn’t trying to pull herself away because, like Sam, she needed a rescue. Questions were thrown at them, pointing out that they were going to be late for class. This had the team bugging Court since he was notoriously late for class. Normal conversation that wasn’t out of place. The rugby team might need to consider Tanner’s production.

With his arms around her, Court defended, “I’m only late because I’m walking my girlfriend to class.”

“You’ve been late since you started university,” he was called out.

Robert was trying to get in a word, but he was resolutely ignored without it appearing that he was.

“Come on,” Geo pressed with feigned boredom, “let’s go already.”

“You too, Sam,” Mitch and another guy had Sam by the arms. They made sure he was moving with them.

“Taevan,” Robert called out harshly behind them.

Sam glanced automatically.

But was pulled along with a laugh, “why are you looking Sam? He’s not talking to you.”

Firm arms pulled him along. He wasn’t going to be able to resist the rescue. Finally, sounding more like the Sam they knew, “what the hell is going on?”

“Learn to take an assist,” Court glanced over his shoulder. “This is why I don’t invite you to play rugby. There’s no I in team, Sam.”

Guttural noises emerged from him, but no coherent words. He was laughed at.

“We’re having a talk later,” Court warned her on a murmur.

“Oh that’s just hypocritical,” Mitch laughed at Court. He wasn’t letting Sam go.

“You didn’t hear the conversation,” Court defended.

“Don’t need to,” Mitch shrugged. Then he lost the smile, “could see it easily without hearing it.”

“I’m worried about you,” Court told her.

She looked at Sam, “keep your earphones in. We’re not leaving anyone alone with him.”

Sam held her gaze. Softly he nodded. And she put her earbuds back in. It was Ty’s turn now.

The Switch (Ty)

Watching the team whisk Sam and Crys away brought Ty a breath of relief. He got what Crys was trying to do, but her tactics were more suited to a criminal case. He wasn’t interested in taking this to court.

“I’m going to beat him so bad,” Robert muttered. The keys to his car came out of his pocket. He flipped them absently till the damned rabbit’s foot was between his thumb and finger.

Ty stepped out of the shadows, “only family can irritate that effectively.”

Robert spun about to quickly face him. Suspicion narrowed his eyes, and he worked quickly to figure out what to say.

Ty saved him the effort with a derisive laugh, “Robert Woods, the young CEO who overthrew the board of directors in what was definitely a hostile takeover.”

“You seem to know who I am,” Robert would gain his footing back if given the chance.

Ty’s grin lacked warmth, “you mean a Carada.”

The shock of hearing that name set Robert back a physical pace.

Ty kept his arms folded, “name’s Darling. I believe you frequent a lot of the same circles that my father does.”

“Darling?” Robert was clearly surprised. He recognized the name.

“Yah, that Darling. I know what it’s like to be in a family that has enough money to keep anyone from asking uncomfortable questions. So, what is it you hate about your brother? Is it something he did. Or something they did?”

Robert challenged, “as far as the media knows, the Carada’s only had one son.”

Ty breathed a laugh, “and the Darling’s only have two.”

Robert gave a slow nod. Considering his options, it was almost surprising when Robert replied, “are you the baby of the family?”

He shook his head, “my family’s too fucked up to know.”

“You do understand,” Robert seemed to accept this now.

“Would rather I didn’t,” his hard look intensified, “but that’s not an option, is it?”

Robert nodded agreement. His posture changed. They weren’t friends. They just had something in common. The edge that came out now sounded natural, “he is the baby, and acts like it. He got away with everything because he always hid. I dealt with the abuse and the violence. My whole life they beat the hell out of me. Not one teacher spoke up, but they all saw the bruises. The police never had anything to say when the ER called them again and again. I dealt with everything. That little shit has no idea how easy he had it! So, it’s what they all did that makes me hate him.”

The button was there to press, “just like you, he had no control over what happened.”

“Everything he ever did just pissed me off,” Robert was losing his patience. “I had to sacrifice any life just to get out of that house. I didn’t see him sacrificing. But since he didn’t die with them, he should feel that pain that I feel every day. He should feel it until I don’t anymore. But since it won’t stop for me, why should it for him?”

“You got the money, the business, the image, even the free pass on murder.”

Suspicion shone at him, “I paid for everything in all my suffering. I have what was owed to me. Do you know what it’s like to come home to abusive parents? Do you know what that does to a kid when every day you know that your father will hit you just because you’re there? That your mother will put her cigarettes and joints out on you. To see your parents in a naked orgy that they were too high to remember. I earned what I have!”

“What about Sam?”

A sneering grin emerged, “he got to you. But it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t get to live a life now just because a few bleeding hearts feel for him. Or because the bullets missed him.”

He felt his muscles tense.

“He’s never getting a penny of what I have.”

It was his turn to scoff mockingly, “all your money is tied up in the business. It’s why you can’t even take a shit without their authorization, and they’re pissed you’re here. The Carada’s are penniless. And your name means less than that now.”

“I’m building a new empire,” Robert took a threatening step forward. “What I’ve done makes other millionaires look lazy. I made a new name and I’m rebuilding the fortune. And I’m not about to share with him just because he shares an old name.”

“New name,” Ty spoke slowly, “new money.”

Sam had shown him this button when he’d confronted Ty’s father. Seeing the shock wash over Robert let him know that he hit the right nerve. Money was money, in Ty’s opinion. And having it didn’t make you a better person. Not if his father and Robert were the examples to go by.

He offered advice, “you might want to look again at that contract the company has over you.”

“How would you know what it says?”

“I have an interest in social structure, and now I have an interest in your grandparents’ business.”

“You can’t touch it.”

“I currently have more capital than you. I definitely can.” Ty gave a piercing look, “you knew what it was like growing up in that house.”

“I knew better than he did,” Robert snarled!

Ty stepped forward, dropping his hands which let his fists be seen, “you made it worse.”

Swallowing nervously, Robert stepped back.

Ty had a hold of his shirt at the throat to ensure he didn’t move any further. Talking slowly, with a frozen edge, “I know what’s under that wrap Sam wears on his left hand.”

“He wouldn’t…”

Ty hadn’t cut him off. Robert had trailed off because for once he was caught by surprise. Ty continued, “you caught him holding hands with someone. Was it seeing him happy that pissed you off so much that you held his hand over the open flame of a gas stove?”

He’d intentionally put the details of that moment in to rattle Robert.

Ty continued, “I know about the curio in the dining room where you locked him up even when he was too big to fit properly in it anymore. I know about the rabbit you killed that Sam took his name from. I know that you still have his foot on your keychain. I know fear paralyzes Sam when there’s a loud noise. And I know the nightmares that keep him awake. All of this is because of you.”

To that, Robert snapped back to himself. He pulled at Ty’s fists but could not move them. In fear or in anger, he bit out, “just because I did them, doesn’t mean I’m responsible. I’m a victim more than he is. I went through more!”

“What you did,” Ty reminded with an edge, “you did as an adult.”

The implications reached Robert, draining him of any colour in his cheeks.

“And like it or not, he’s still a Carada in their eyes,” Ty twisted the collar he held.

Defiance shone back. There would be no reaching someone like him.

And he didn’t care to try. Ty released Robert with a shove, “But to me, he’s family. You will leave and you won’t ever be in his life again. Or I’ll take my acquisition seriously.”

Rattled, all Robert could do was straighten his shirt. Unwilling to relinquish the final words, he warned, “just because I leave, doesn’t mean this is over.”

Robert backed away several steps before finally turning around. The keys, with Sam’s foot dangling, reemerged from a deep pocket. Robert walked quickly away.

Coming from the side, Tanner made an observation, “I think he means that.”

“Someone like that doesn’t know how to give up.” Ty pulled the phone from his pocket, “you get all that, Peyton?”

“Every word from every angle,” came the reply.

Tanner nodded, “we meeting back at the house?”

“Who’s got eyes on that piece of garbage?” Ty was staring at the car that was speeding away.

Peyton assured, “I’ll track the GPS on the car. See you back here soon. Bring food. And more beer!”

“You’re drinking on the job?” Tanner scolded with a laugh.

“I don’t remember getting paid for this,” the line was disconnected after that remark.

Smiling, with a hand on Ty’s shoulder, “come on, Sam doesn’t wait patiently for you.”

He nodded absently. But the words slowly registered, and he looked at his friend, “tell me stories.”

Laughter and a shake of his head, Tanner did give him something, “he picked out a particular brand of paint, muttering that you owed him for taking so long.”

Bemused and intrigued, Ty found himself smiling.

Tanner continued, “you weren’t even gone four hours by that time.”

“I love my boyfriend,” Ty couldn’t hide his bliss!

Tanner opened his mouth to reply but hesitated with humor. Finally, he gave in, “let’s just go. I don’t even want to comment that you just used the word love.”

The Execution (Geo)

Geo watched them for a moment. The house was getting full. It might be time to look at more seating if they were going to have everyone over often. Looking around, it felt like a good problem to have in Geo’s eyes.

“Your family has no money?” Court was completely shocked! He sat on the floor in front of Crys’ folded legs. She was playing with his hair.

Sam rolled his eyes, “why do you think we tied the scholarship program to the company?”

“You said you were taking from what was left of your family’s money,” Geo stepped in.

“What was left was put into the company.” Peyton’s explanation made it sound like it should have been obvious.

Sam pulled Ty’s arms around his waist. Smiling blissfully, Ty’s chin rested on Sam’s shoulder. With eyes closed, Sam told them, “my parents were blowing through what was left of the family fortune. When Robert couldn’t handle it anymore, he orchestrated their death.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get him to say it,” Ty apologized.

“I don’t care about that family,” Sam’s fingers laced through Ty’s. “I care about making sure he doesn’t come after this one.”

“Aww, we love you too Sam,” Court teased.

If Sam’s eyes weren’t already closed, they would have been with that sigh that came out now. “Your brother, the one I actually like, found out what really mattered. Tell Christian thanks.”

Ty kissed Sam’s neck, “come on, you like Don too.”

A smile emerged, “I do like Don.”

Geo took it upon himself to get them back on topic, “so the contract really states that if Robert’s convicted of a crime, he’ll lose controlling interest?”

Jaz leaned into his shoulder. She wasn’t in a cuddly mood, so wasn’t hanging off him like the other couples were. Even so, she always found a way to touch him. And he loved that. He pulled her hair back, unwrapping it from the jewels decorating her delicate ear. Her smile grew warmer.

“And his stocks,” Peyton clarified. “Oh, and he won’t need to be paid out for any of it. The contract wasn’t online. How’d Christian get it?”

“He’s more talented than you,” he baited his friend. Sam then toyed with Ty’s fingers, “your brother is nice to have around.”

“You’re getting dangerously close to crossing a line,” Ty cautioned.

Sam looked pleased. “It’s a moral clause, right? So, anything the board deems unrecoverable from could be enough theoretically.”

He argued, “why take the chance when there’s more than enough crime in his life?”

Jaz claimed his arm, “a conviction would be a guarantee. Right?”

“I’m sorry to say that the worse the crime the better,” Crys grimaced. “I don’t think there’s enough in my conversation with him today to hit him with solicitation of a minor. But we might be able to get something off the chatroom he wrote down on his business card.”

“Give it to me. I’ll find everything,” Peyton reached over to take the card.

“You inferred that you could take the company from him,” Sam looked over his shoulder at Ty. “Truth, or were you just blowing hot air?”

Ty had a grin, “the only thing I blow…”

Geo quickly stepped in, “seriously!”

Sam was amused at his discomfort, which annoyed him. But Jaz was too, and that was more annoying because he couldn’t be upset with her. He felt ganged up on when they did that.

Ty explained himself to his boyfriend, “I’m still a student, but a large portion of our marks are from running our own business. I rolled out a work program for restorations around campus that employs specifically those without work experience. Students gain experience in their fields and the university benefits. Strictly a volunteer platform, but I’m branching off into city work that takes on homeless and ex-cons. Geo’s tackling the payroll with the city for me. It’s taking off really well, and is more in line with the origins of the business Robert took control of. There might just be enough there to work with.”

Sam’s head turned slowly to face Ty again, “you’re working with Tanner and exploiting my talents around campus.”

“There’s a chance a few locations may end up on a promotional video. But I wouldn’t put your name or face on it.”

“That was a selling feature before today. Maybe now I want the attention,” Sam turned his face away.

Ty nibbled an ear, “I’ll be all the attention you could want.”

Geo’s hand lifted in frustration. But Jaz had a hand on his arm. Her laughter at the two of them took away his annoyance. He held her hand, and tried again, “focus on the issue at hand. How do we get Robert convicted of something.”

“Takes too much time,” Ty replied. “I vote for a more direct approach.”

“Thankfully, there’s someone that’s already been putting in that time. Send her what we got,” Jaz suggested.

“Which is great for the long term, whoever this person is,” Tanner gestured in question.

Sam cast a suspicious look at Ty, “and that person is?”

“Shh,” a hand was placed over Sam’s chest, “the grownups are talking, babe.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. In response, Ty teasingly mimed a kiss that got a glare. Unspoken words were exchanged.

So, Geo jumped back in, “what about Robert right now. He isn’t going to stop coming at you. We all heard him.”

“I don’t think there’s any threat that will stop him from coming after Sam,” Peyton winced even as he pointed this out. “Especially after today.”

“I told you he has a temper,” Sam trailed off with a thoughtful look. “He stops thinking when he’s angry. Makes mistakes…”

Sam and Peyton shared a look.

Geo was lost, “what’s going on?”

Everyone was looking at the two of them.

Sam kept looking at Peyton, “he wants me to suffer. Can’t stand it when I’m happy. I say we piss him off by taking that power from him.”

Peyton had an understanding grin, “but we’re going to have to make sure our butts are covered. If he can hit us…”

“We lose,” Sam nodded. “Game on.”

“Game on,” Peyton cracked his knuckles with pleasure.

Annoyed, he asked, “wanna let the rest of the class in on what you’re plotting?”

Sam pursed his lips in a pout, “we’re about to break my no pictures rule.”

“You sure?” Fingers ran by Sam’s ear.

Sam nodded reluctantly, “what have you got on file, Pey?”

“I was gonna save it for your wedding day,” Peyton joked.

Sam’s pained look said that he wasn’t sure his friend was completely joking.

“Might as well start making his work life hell too,” seemed Ty was following those two. When Sam glanced, Ty explained, “hit him on all fronts at once. I don’t want him to have a chance to breathe.”

Peyton mused, “subtly is key at the start so he isn’t aware where it’s coming from. We should stir the pot with the business. They should know what their CEO is up to.”

“It’s important for someone in that position to be in touch with the business. They won’t let him be MIA for long,” Ty agreed.

Peyton looked at Ty as though an idea just popped into his head, “can I call your brother?”

“Why?”

“Cuz I have an idea but I’m going to need help to pull it together quickly. Robert attends a lot of meetings and conferences. If we do a search based on who has attended against Robert’s suspected victim profile, we might find more victims we can coax out of the woodwork.”

“That’s brilliant,” Crys sat forward!

“I know,” Peyton was smug. “But my time is going to be on Sam’s idea.”

“Then let me talk to Ty’s brother. Just send me the list of conferences,” she offered.

“Doing it right now,” Peyton was on his phone.

He might be catching on well enough to their plans, so he offered his help, “how serious are you about wanting to take the business from Robert?”

“I said it on a whim, but it really pissed him off,” Ty was thinking it over now.

Geo walked through his thoughts, “you are right that your business model fits more in line with their mission statement than what Robert’s done since taking over. If we’re assassinating his character, it would be the right time to make a bid.”

“How do you bid a CEO position? The company must be worth a fortune,” Jaz was lost.

“You don’t,” he shook his head. “You convince them that they want to give it to you. But all we need is any proposal with Ty’s name on the table and some watercooler gossip. No matter what it actually is, Robert will see it as a direct attack. Because you’re a Darling they won’t toss something you send into the garbage without considering it. I can help with the proposal.”

“I can help with the gossip,” Peyton looked intrigued. “They have an inter-office chat forum I can spoof. And I already know who the worst gossips are.”

“Of course you do,” Sam found it amusing. “But we’re not doing this.”

“What?” Since it came from several directions, Sam didn’t bother looking at any of them.

He only turned his head slightly towards Ty, “I’m not letting you use the family name you hate.”

Ty caught on quickly, playing with his boyfriend’s fingers, “I’ve suffered long enough with the name. Might as well use it the way I want to.”

Sam’s determined glare moved to a pout. He’d just lost.

“So, we’re coming at Robert legally, personally, and professionally,” Jaz counted it out on her fingers.

“I’ve got the legal.” Crys put her arms around Court, “help me?”

“Happy to,” he stole a light kiss.

“Sam and I will deal with the personal,” Peyton mimed a kiss to Sam in jest.

Sam grinned behind Ty’s hand which was held over his mouth as though he could stop the airborne kiss that way.

“And Ty and I will take care of the professional,” he claimed.

“I feel useless,” Tanner commented with a bitter note. It got a laugh out of them.

Peyton had a request, “we need your insight into advertising and social media. You’ve been talking to someone about that for the production, right?”

“Yes, but how would that help us?”

Crys had the insight, “character assassinations happen best on social media. You and I should brainstorm.”

Ty had a different suggestion, “let Jaz help him with that. They can also figure out a way to keep Robert away from the campus. He’s going to come at us if he gets a chance to breathe. I have contacts within the business circles that can help. But nothing local and nothing outside of that.”

“Let’s get a network set up then. He won’t be able to set foot on campus without us knowing,” Tanner proposed. “A social media network could bring it to a watchdog level.”

“Ang can also help us,” Jaz liked the concept. She then looked at Crys with a question, “do you think your mom would help us?”

“I can pretty much promise it. Especially if she has the exclusive on this.”

“But the Carada’s aren’t celebrities,” Court pointed out as he tilted his head back to look at Crys.

Peyton replied, “they are in their town. And it’s about time they were knocked off their high horse.”

Sam looked pleased, “that’s a terrible pun.”

“You’re smiling.” Peyton’s lips lifted to a cruel grin, “also, it’s purely coincidence, but there’s now a bug problem at his penthouse. Could take weeks to clean up. It’s really a shame.”

“Purely coincidence,” Tanner laughed.

That vicious grin was mirrored on Crys, “can we get in there with microphones and cameras?”

“Ask my brother for help with that,” Ty let her know.

“Sweet,” her eyes were lit up!

“You’re not going in there,” Court quickly extinguished that light.

“Come on,” Crys stood up. “It’s time we got to your mom’s.”

“Crys,” he called out.

But everyone else was now also getting up.

The Rollout (Robert)

Without looking Robert threw his keys at the valet. Anger radiated off him. His rat little brother had orchestrated what had happened. He couldn’t prove it, but he frankly didn’t care to. When he got Taevan back, he’d make sure the last thing his brother ever saw was the inside of that cabinet. He’d kept the family home specifically for this one purpose.

His phone was ringing and he was expecting it to be the board. Work was still pissed that he’d made his own agenda without clearing it with them. But some things were more important than any business deals or political affiliations he could have been making. There was time to foster those relationships when his personal business was settled.

“Woods,” it was said with a cold edge because he didn’t recognize the number and wasn’t in the mood to deal with anything other than his brother.

“Mr. Woods?”

“I did just state so,” he snarled.

“Ah yes, sir,” the voice stumbled. “This is Marcus Thitipon; your building manager. I wanted to let you know that there’s been a small problem and one of the tenants has reported a bug problem.”

“What the hell do you mean? I pay for the best our shitty little city can offer, and you’re bothering me, a very important businessman, about a problem that shouldn’t happen. With what I pay, do you really think you should be interrupting my day?”

“I apologize sir. Unfortunately, this problem means that we will need to access your apartment.”

“I don’t have an apartment. I have the penthouse suite,” he curtly corrected. “Why do you need to enter my space?”

“We are sorry sir, it’s that the bugs were reported in the ventilation. We need to ensure that your suite hasn’t also been affected. This call is to inform you that you’ll need to spend the next several days somewhere else while we clear this up properly.”

“You expect me to live somewhere else?”

“Just for a few days.”

“This is absolutely unacceptable! Do you realize who I am?”

“I certainly do sir. I’m quite certain that you’ll hear more from district, as I’ve already alerted them. We will be in touch once your suite is cleared. You have our apologies for the inconvenience.”

The call was abruptly ended. Robert glared at his phone. He would hear from district? District was going to be hearing from him and his lawyers.

But before he could send a call their way, his phone was ringing again. “Woods.”

“Robert,” the tone was that of a parent addressing a wayward child.

His teeth were grinding. He should have looked before picking up. Just because the man was older than him, didn’t meant that he had the right to address Robert like that. “Watch your tone. It’s Mr. Woods.”

“Well Mr. Woods, you missed the conference. I shouldn’t have to remind you of the importance of that event.”

“You don’t, Charles. This was a family matter.”

There was a pause before Charles questioned, “Taevan?”

“Yah, I found him.”

“Does he want the business? The inheritance? Where is he?”

“He’s not entitled to any of it. You can relax. I’m dealing with him.” He walked through the lobby slowly.

The tone was back, “how?”

“I’m the one in charge, do I need to remind you of that?”

“You may have controlling interest, but this is still a board,” Charles reminded.

“That I am head of,” he snapped. “I will let you know what you need to know when you need to know it.”

“Do you know the name, Darling?”

His feet stopped. Tersely he questioned, “why do you?”

“We received a very interesting correspondence. Perhaps it would be wise for you to hurry home. The board will have questions.”

“I will deal with my brother first,” he was not giving Taevan the chance to slip out of his fingers again.

“Then when you get back, we’ll inform you of what you need to know. We expect you soon, Robert.” With that ominous message, Charles hung up.

He nearly crushed his cell from the rage welling up! What the hell was that smug asshole up to? What had his little brother done? No, what was he trying to do? Taevan wasn’t going to win, and Sam wasn’t going to exist shortly.

Almost immediately his damned cell was going off again. Swearing loudly, he picked up the call from an unknown number, “Woods.”

“So James Bond villain,” an unknown voice laughed at him. “Check your email, and don’t ever fuck with family.”

The call ended. Far too short to be traced. He stared at the dark phone processing his options. Curiosity won out and he opened his email. Within his inbox, itsafakedontwastetimetracing had sent him a message containing a link.

He hesitated only once before clicking that link. Taevan…no, Sam was on video surrounded by people Robert had come across today. The Darling boy, the school girl, the sports team. They were sitting around a table sharing food and laughter. Even his little brother had a smile as he seemed to tease a well-dressed guy. A beautiful young lady played interference. Sam let the Darling boy kiss his neck. He whispered something that brought out a hunger.

The image shifted to Sam in the theatre surrounded by the same group. There was music and laughter. And despite Sam’s attempt to sound gruff, it was clear that he was also enjoying himself. The image would shift again after Sam was caught singing. The next video was a collection of stills, all of Sam interacting with those in the videos. Though Sam rarely smiled, he always seemed to be happy. Maybe it was the softness in his eyes. The video shifted. Fingers in curly hair shielded his face, but that was unmistakably his brother being kissed by another unmistakable person.

‘Don’t fuck with family,’ was the written warning that appeared, just before Sam punched someone.

The video was dark. And when he tried to click the link again, he got an error message. He tried to reply to the email, but a bounce back said the account was already disabled.

He shook his head, “our family isn’t something you get to decide to leave.”

An alert came through that he’d received another email. If Taevan thought he could send a second email, he would find out just how wrong he was.

But this email was from a new email address; crystalclear. The audio file should be avoided. He could send it to IT and have them trace it before the link and the email became obsolete. But the email had been sent to each of the board members indicating that this account wasn’t going to simply vanish.

“This city is new to me. I can’t remember where my hotel room is.”

“But I told you I’m seventeen. My mom would get mad if I went with a stranger.”

“Hmm, maybe your mom doesn’t need to know.”

How the hell had they gotten that? He ran a hand through his hair wondering how he could stop the other members from listening to this. But like every other business, emails were now accessible on their phones.

He moved to storm off, his ringing phone being shoved unanswered into a pocket. He would deal with the board when he got back.

“Excuse me, Mr. Woods?” An employee was choosing the wrong time to approach him.

He snarled, sending them back a step, “what is it?”

“I’m sorry sir, there’s a problem with your credit card.”

“Then you’re clearly processing it wrong, moron! How hard is it to punch some numbers into your little machine?” He was pulling out his wallet, “it’s a company credit card. There is nothing wrong with it.”

“Perhaps the expiry date,” was the excuse being offered.

“Perhaps they pay you too much to trust you with that gold badge. How much training does it take to learn how to write down some numbers correctly? Did it take hours or just minutes to learn?”

“If you’ll come with me to the front desk, sir.”

“Does it look like my time can be wasted? You know my name, you know who I am.” He threw his business card at the man, “call my assistant. I pay her more money than you’ll ever make. She’ll straighten this out.”

A sneer of laughter came out as he watched the manager kneel to the floor to retrieve his card. It was the proper position for someone like that; on the floor. He turned to walk away. But stalled as his eye caught a camera. Was it focused on him?

No, he wouldn’t let his brother get into his head like this. Taevan was not the stronger of the two of them. He stormed off to his room.

“You want to fight fire with fire, Taevan? Then I’ll finish what I started with your hand.”

The Assist (Nicky)

The bistro they were in was nearly empty, but it wouldn’t stay this way for long. Nestled in a booth, Sam played the video clip on his new cell. Ty’s phone was alive with the group call.

“That’s going to be a nice addition to the media attack,” that was Geo.

Crys put it better, “we’re going to annihilate his character.”

“How did Pey get the audio? Hotel cameras aren’t equipped with it,” Court pointed this out.

“But cell phones are,” Crys sounded very pleased.

“And now I’ve got concerns about having my cell on me.”

Crys laughed, “Pey only uses his powers for good.”

“Is everyone calling him Pey now?” Geo didn’t sound pleased.

It gave Sam a reason to grin, “I call him sidepiece sometimes.”

With his arm moving across Sam’s shoulders, Ty stated clearly, “and I call him dead if he even looks at my boyfriend.”

Pleased with Ty’s response, Sam rewarded the behavior by running his hand slowly along the inside of Ty’s thigh. There was a growl of pleasure deep within Ty’s chest.

Jaz unknowingly interrupted them, “okay but, Robert is gone?”

“For now,” Sam wanted to be clear that this wasn’t over just because Robert went away. “But he’ll show up again.”

“We’ll need a plan,” Crys assertively told them.

“You don’t have to worry. I’ll take care of my boyfriend,” Ty promised.

“Really, cuz I’m pretty sure I’m doing all the actual work,” Peyton taunted as he claimed a seat.

“We’ll let you know how it goes,” Ty ended the call.

Sam glared, “why are we at a restaurant instead of home in bed?”

“Cuz I got invited to this party, and Ty doesn’t like me in your bed,” Peyton joked.

“I’m asking why you’re here at all. Was just being nice about it,” Sam leaned into Ty’s body. Ty’s arms moved comfortably around him.

“Aww, I almost miss your sweetness. But I’m just here to work.”

“So, why are we here?” Sam looked at Ty.

Ty looked over at the door, “to meet with her.”

She was beautiful and poised. The clothes she wore were more suited to an office than the bistro, marking her as out of place. Direct eye contact was made as she walked towards them without hesitation.

“I remember you,” his voice was cold. It would have been hard not to remember her since she’d hardly changed since the last time they’d met.

“I wasn’t sure you would. I’m Nicky.” Just like years ago her hesitation was kindness not uncertainty. “It’s Sam now, right?”

“Don’t get all teary and emotional,” Sam rolled his eyes. Arms moved over Ty’s, “I don’t know how to comfort people.”

The comment had come out awkwardly, getting a laugh from Ty, “it’s true. He’s shit at it. But I think he’s adorable anyway!”

“Please shut-up,” Sam begged with a sigh. His head fell to the side so that he could look at Ty, “why is she here?”

“You gotta make up your mind, babe,” Ty teased.

Sam’s eyes slid shut. He then asked Nicky, “why are you here?”

She couldn’t quite hide her amusement, “I got a tip on a current case which brought me here.”

“Is that tip’s name Pey?”

“I think the tipster is a lot cuter than me,” Peyton kept working.

“Crys then,” Sam sighed. Ty twirled Sam’s curls over his fingers.

Nicky looked between the three guys. Peyton was working as though people weren’t around him. Ty was absorbed in playing with Sam’s curls. He was pretending not to love it.

He asked Nicky, “what did she tell you?”

Nicky shook her head, “I can’t reveal details about an ongoing investigation, I’m afraid.”

Sam’s head moved slowly back to Ty.

Ty shrugged helplessly, “I’m still shutting up.”

“How mad am I going to be?” Sam dared to ask. Arms moved back to be holding him.

Ty’s smile didn’t reassure, “enough that I’ll have fun working to get you to forgive me.”

Pursed lips tried to hold back a smile. It seemed enough for Sam. He turned his attention back to Nicky, “you were the only one who didn’t buy his lies back then.”

“I’ve always wanted to apologize…”

“Don’t,” he interrupted curtly. “Just knowing that someone believed was enough. And it made me see that no one was going to be able to help, even if they believed me.”

“I haven’t given up,” she was quick to try and assure him.

He tried to convey that it didn’t matter, “I left. And it’s not so bad here.”

“Which is Sam’s way of saying he found his family,” Ty’s hands moved under his shirt.

He looked sidelong at Ty, “you really do read a lot into nothing.”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” was the challenge Sam wouldn’t be angry to lose.

Pey moved on with a grin and question, “you got any charges that’ll stick?”

Nicky’s look was enough to warn them, “because of your family’s name, my superiors haven’t wanted to pursue charges. But I’m hopeful that with the tips I’ve been given, we’ll be able to take this to court.”

“I’m not interested in the long game,” he intentionally sounded bored.

“I wish that I could give you better news,” Nicky looked pained.

“But the law is limited,” Sam coldly dismissed the apology. “I’ve heard it before. A lot.”

Hurt washed over her, “it doesn’t mean that I’m giving up.”

“You should,” the bitterness in Sam’s voice was clear. Chilled was his look to her, “Robert decides to set his sights on you, and your life becomes a living hell. Duck out now.”

“Aww,” Peyton’s teasing tone brought out Sam’s scowl, “still protecting others.”

“Shut it,” was bit out behind clenched teeth.

But Peyton was busy working on his laptop, so was ignoring the warnings with amusement.

Sam leaned into Ty. Nestled cozily, Sam looked again at Nicky, “it’s over.”

“There’s more victims than you, Sam,” earnest was her look that almost pleaded for his help, or perhaps just for his understanding. “There’s a young girl who reached out to me. I won’t let another person sweep what has happened to her under the rug. And she’s not the only one.”

“You would have done something if you could,” it was hard to tell if it was a criticism or absolution.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ty’s chin was on Sam’s shoulder with his nose moving to touch cheek.

“How can I ignore this? I believe in the law. It may take time but…”

“Oops,” Peyton spoke the word just after his index finger tapped a button.

Nicky looked at Peyton in question. With no explanation given, she then looked to Sam and Ty only to find that they both held subtle, pleased grins.

“Keep working to help those others you mentioned. I’ve already got my champion.”

Pey moaned, “oh gawd, his ego is going to be worse!”

Ty nuzzled the neck he couldn’t stop staring at, “definitely time to go.”

Sam nodded, “I have class.”

Kissing the neck, Ty breathed, “I wasn’t asking.”

Smiling at those words, Sam coyly cast a sidelong look. Standing up, Sam pulled his eyes off Ty long enough to address Nicky one last time, “good luck with your case. But don’t feel bad when it doesn’t work out. Sometimes it’s enough that someone tried. Besides, karma’s a bitch.”

“You’re whole thing is that you don’t talk,” bitterness touched Ty’s tone to give it a petulant edge. “Move it!”

They were walking away when Sam called out over his shoulder, “you got class too, Karma.”

Peyton laughed, packing up his laptop, “thought I was your sidepiece?”

“I’m not about to share him,” Ty warned with a possessive arm now holding Sam.

Sam was in a happy place as he noted, “so hot when you’re jealous.”

“Later,” Pey waved to them as he moved on past.

Nicky stared, uncertain of what all had just occurred. But sitting back she let a smile emerge. They were good together. And it was enough for her that Sam had found the family he deserved.

A chime let her know that a text message had come through on her personal cell. Picking up her phone, she was surprised to find ‘Karma’ was sending the message. Unlocking the screen revealed the message which was nothing more than a link. Not the best idea, but her gut told her to tap on that link. Confirmation came through when it opened to an article already making its way through social media with surprising speed. Robert’s face was boldly displayed with a scandalous tagline.

The difference between the court system and social media, was that social media didn’t have the burden of proof. Skimming the article showed her that Robert Woods was in for one hell of a character assassination! If that happened, more victims could be coming forward. She’d better get to work.

She glanced up at the now closed door to the shop. They were gone. And so was the text message when she deleted it off her phone. She got up to order a coffee before she continued to read the article which told the true story of a young boy robbed of his childhood.

The Choice (The Board)

At their invitation, Nicky sat with the board of directors. After her unexpected encounter with Sam’s new family, it seemed more than coincidence that Robert’s company had reached out to her. She had prepared for the lawyers and the suits. For egos larger than waistlines.

She got the lawyers and suits. But it was friendly and warm greetings that welcomed her to their conference table. Delicate, not overly sweet, breakfast items and warm drinks were at hand. Everyone was partaking creating a welcoming environment. The executive assistant was joked with as she brought in some files, and she was encouraged to help herself.

“Mine’s already at my desk, thank you.” She set the files down with a warm smile, but handed one to Nicky, “this one just arrived by courier. It’s addressed to you.”

Immediately, the name Darling on the envelope caught Nicky’s eye. Her smile was lost behind a hand.

“It was delivered here?” One of the board members questioned.

After confirming, the EA excused herself. It was assumed that Nicky’s work had sent this knowing she was in town. Business was then at hand.

The friendly atmosphere only shifted, it didn’t disappear as one of the board members spoke to her. “Recently, we’ve had a concern about a board member. We’ve asked you here today because we understand that you have encountered this person in the past.”

She raised a hand to stall him, “we’re speaking about Robert Carada. Or as he’s known now, Robert Woods; your acting CEO. And though the records are sealed, I’m still on file as having assisted the police in their investigation after the murder of Robert’s parents. What is it you would like to know?”

One of the other board members sat forward. After a brief visual exchange with others, she looked at Nicky, “there’s a misunderstanding. We’re asking you what you would like to know about Robert. Our company has a moral principle that we stand firm upon. It’s written into each of our contracts, and it’s binding.”

“And why would you be talking to me about this?” Her investigation wasn’t known by many. Only her superiors and a small handful of others that she’d interviewed.

A different board member picked up, “Charles here is our lawyer as well as a board member. Charles?”

“Please have a look at the files,” Charles waved at them. “With the background of Robert’s family, frankly he’s always been a concern. I don’t know if it’s time or his position, but things are starting to come to the surface that concern us a great deal.”

There was a natural way to his speech that didn’t sound like a lawyer. It was a friendly person sitting across from her who was simply asking or offering help. With an internal smile, she acknowledged that he was very good at his job. Getting people to relax was the first step in getting them to trust you. It was the greatest tool she had in her kit, and this man made it look easy.

She was glancing through the files. Complaints about Robert’s attitude at work. Official notices. Write-ups. These made up his work performance file. The next was a collection of images and notes giving only locations, dates, and names.

She looked over in question, “you’re investigating him?”

Charles shook his head, “we should have been. But this was given to us.”

“By whom?”

Again, he shook his head, “anonymous. But your name is in there too.”

She quickly pushed through the pages. Soon her image was there. An image of her at a restaurant sipping a coffee with a thoughtful expression. The smile that came out was automatic. Though the photo didn’t show it, she knew who she was looking at in that photo. She glanced at the file delivered to her today. What were they up to?

She decided not to wait. The seal came off with a little force. Inside her fingers felt three different files. They emerged. And a phone call was coming through on her cell. She knew it was not coincidence, so she looked at her phone. The number was not familiar, but that didn’t surprise her.

“Nicky Eykel,” she introduced herself.

“My name is Christian. My sister and I run a security agency. I sent you those files because family asked me to be involved.”

“Do you mean Sam?”

There was a short pause, “none of us are letting him go back to that. Family is family; we know how to protect ours. You better not let him down again.”

The call was over. She didn’t know who Christian was, but she heard the same tones Ty Darling had spoken. She was happy for Sam.

Setting down two of the folders, she placed focus upon the one labelled Darling. This she handed over to the board, “this one belongs to you.”

“What is it?” Charles was looking over with interest. As they all were.

“I have no idea, but it’s addressed to the board and I suspect it’s something that you’ll be interested in.” She sat back, her fingers touching the other files, “I’m investigating Robert. What happened with his parents and his younger brother never sat comfortably with me. Are you aware of his younger brother?”

“We are,” the woman who held the file spoke for them. “We’ve always wondered if he would come back to claim his inheritance.”

She shook her head minutely, “you’d be very mistaken then. Sam isn’t anything like his older brother. I’ve no idea what’s in that file, but like me, you’ll find that the Darlings are nothing like the Carada’s. Or at least Ty isn’t.”

“Ty Darling? As in…”

“Yep,” she laughed lightly. “Those Darlings. I’ve looked. Ty’s grades are impressive. And when he puts his focus upon something, there is nothing that will sway him.”

The file was opened. After a moment to scan, confusion surfaced, “it’s a business proposal.”

“What on earth for?” Charles held his hand open. The file was passed over.

“I presume these files are for me to take?” She held a hand over them. At their nod, she placed all the files into the envelope the courier had delivered. “What is your plan for Robert?”

Charles set the file down on the table, “based upon what’s in those files we gave you, there’s enough to remove controlling interest from his hands. We do not want to see a scandal associated with our company. But more importantly, we won’t interfere with an active investigation. Victims have a right to be heard, and we have a duty to listen. Any employees that you wish to talk to, you have our support. And you have an open door.”

How badly did they want Robert out of his chair?

It was on her tongue to thank them when the doors to the conference room burst open. Anger rolled off him as much as arrogance did. Gone was the charming young man with a winning smile she’d met years ago. Perhaps it was time or his position, as Charles theorized, but Robert’s veneer was beginning to crack.

“Do you have any idea what you pulled me from? If my brother…”

Robert stopped because he saw her. The color drained from his cheeks. Clearly, she was remembered.

“Mr. Carada, I’m glad to see that you remember me,” she didn’t bother standing up.

“What business do you have with my company? And how dare any of you meet with her without my permission.”

There was a purposeful clearing of a throat, “actually, it’s no longer your company, Robert.”

His fury was instantaneous, “what the hell are you talking about!”

Charles made it clear, “you should read your contract carefully. You have a moral clause, just as we all do. And when it’s in question, each vote becomes individual and not a percentage. Should you be in breach of your contract, the vote determines your future with the company.”

Another finished, “you are officially on notice, and you no longer hold controlling interest.”

“There has to be an investigation…” As he’d said the words, Robert looked over at her with understanding. “My brother is behind this?”

She finally stood up, “I assure you, that what occurs from here is a matter of your doing.”

“Taevan doesn’t even have the guts to lift his head, let alone use it. This is because of that Darling kid, isn’t it?”

“We keep hearing that name today,” Charles got Robert’s attention. Eyes were drawn to the file his fingers lightly pushed forward on the table.

Robert saw the name on the file. His reaction did not bode well for the office, “just what the hell do you all think you’re doing? I built this company to what it is.”

“For too long, you’ve been running your own agenda which has never been in line with your grandparent’s vision for this company.”

“My grandparents were nearsighted with the company.”

“And you’ve been too reckless with it,” was the calm accusation.

Robert’s fist slammed down upon the table making several jump. A snarl twisted his features, “I’ve earned the right to be. I bailed you all out with my inheritance. Without me this company would have died like dozens of other companies like it.”

“With the vision your grandparents had, it’s quite possible to be successful. You didn’t give it a chance.”

“The world runs on money, not charity,” he snapped back.

“It’s not possible to change the world if you never try.” Charles too stood up, “and we feel it’s past time we tried.”

“I own each of you,” Robert’s eyes glittered.

“My integrity was never for sale,” Charles claimed.

“Neither was mine. And I’m not about to walk away. Your grandparents approached me to help build this company. I won’t walk away when it needs us the most.”

“Don’t act all noble,” Robert scoffed, “everyone can be bought. I own each of you. I own the police in this city. I own the whole damned city!”

A text came through on her cell. It had her attention. For the moment, this meeting was done for her.

“Justice is blind, Mr. Carada. She’s not stupid. And she’s not for sale.” She walked past him, “I’ll be in touch once I’ve gone through the files.”

“What files?” His demands for answers would be ignored. “Don’t you dare walk away from me!”

What begins with family, ends with family.

“Crys, your articles are spreading like wildfire,” her sister was cheering her on!

“Too bad you can’t take credit for them,” Court claimed a seat at the table next to Crys.

“It’s okay,” she leaned into his side, “knowing that I’m destroying a villain is enough for me.”

Geo laughed, “not that you’re helping your family out?”

“I’m vindictive too. I would have helped even if it wasn’t for Sam,” she shrugged with a grin.

Sam cheered her silently with a salute of his beer that he’d picked up off the ground next to him. He was nestled comfortably in the lounge chair under the shade cast by the house. On his lap was his artwork.

Crys giggled with pleasure.

“So, how are we going to top this next year?”

Geo looked at his brother, “not everything is a competition.”

“Everything is a competition,” he argued with smug assurance.

In his artwork, Sam’s only acknowledgment was a shake of his head.

“It’ll be Tanner’s final year, right?” Crys had an intense look, “we gotta launch his career in an epic way.”

“What are we doing?”

The others had arrived. The others being Ty and Tanner. They had food with them, so room was now being made on the table. The others began to gravitate towards it. But Sam glared at the page of his book.

Crys was responding, “we’re going to focus our superpowers on launching your series next.”

“I appreciate it, but why?”

“Because,” she laughed lightly, “this year we were focused on Sam, and he’d like us not to be. And since you’re facing graduation, we only have this next year to make sure you’re a massive success in the entertainment industry!”

In a silent claim of encouragement, Sam pointed at Crys without looking at her.

“I want this so I’m not going to argue, but you scare me a little,” Tanner acknowledged.

While the others laughed and cleared room on the table, Ty joined Sam on the lounge chair. Sam’s arms moved around him and his sketchbook now rested upon Ty’s lap. Ty’s left hand was in Sam’s curly hair, “that’s a great circle.”

“Shut-up,” was the absent mutter. Focus was dedicated to the page.

“What’s the project?” Tanner looked over.

His eyes didn’t move from his work, “cover work for a custom notebook.”

“That’s a thing?”

“You can put custom on almost anything. It’s been my bread and butter.” Then he let out a mischievous grin out, “especially tattoos. Good money there. I’m on a lot of bodies.”

Ty’s fingers, playing with the hair at the nape of Sam’s neck, tensed bringing Sam’s gaze to him. An unrepentant, teasing smile met the warning glare.

“So, where’s the artist’s block?” Tanner aimed to distract them.

Sam was slow to answer, “she wasn’t clear what she wants, only that it has to be about love. It’s an anniversary gift.”

“That’s sweet,” Jaz sighed!

“That’s a tough one. Love is personal and can be represented by different things,” Tanner was thinking it through. His drink sat untouched just before his lips.

Ty moved, taking away the book and the pencil in Sam’s hand.

“What are you…”

“Shh,” Ty teasingly kissed his neck.

Sam sighed in defeat. Court watched the pair before glancing over at his brother in question. To which Geo shrugged, pretending that he didn’t care at all. Ty worked quickly, only making a few quick lines and curves.

“Let us see,” Ang coaxed!

With a dry look Sam asked him, “are you in high school?”

“Did you have a high school experience?” Ty questioned with a thoughtful look as he turned the book about so that they could all see the heart with T+S.

Sam fought to keep an amused smile buried deep. Since he was failing at it, “that wasn’t a segue.”

“Did she give you anything to go on for design?” Tanner was hooked on the artistic issue.

Sam addressed the question as he took his sketchbook back. A new page was turned over, “it’s more about him since the gift is his. She wants it to reflect her so that he’s reminded of her whenever he looks at it.”

“Insecure then,” Geo added in his opinion.

Jaz lightly slapped his shoulder, “I think it’s cute to have reminders of the one you love. And Ty might actually be onto something with what he drew. I’d love to see our initials every time I pulled out my notebooks.”

“For a price I can make that happen,” he noted absently.

Geo laughed at him, “family gets shit for free.”

“Shit is what it’ll be if it’s free. Ty can draw it for you then,” he made the offer.

“Excuse me,” Ty’s fingers were taking liberties under the collar of his shirt.

Crys noted with a giggle, “but you didn’t erase what he drew.”

Sam would ignore that comment, “if this girl wants to have a second anniversary, she’ll focus on what he wants. He’s the type that isn’t into clingy and insecure. And he’s not into flowers like she is.”

“You seem to know a lot about this guy,” Ty’s voice had turned cold.

Sam’s suppressed grin, hidden behind loose knuckles, hinted that he was enjoying Ty’s response, “surveillance is quicker than guessing what works.”

Ty was handed their meals. He began with feeding Sam fries.

“Wait,” Court sat closer to Crys, “you hunted this guy down just to find out what artwork he likes?”

Ty’s gaze was a warning to his boyfriend to mind his response. Sam placed a hand to Ty’s cheek to try and move his face, “I didn’t hunt! I just had Pey do a little online stalking. It’s surprising what he can find out.”

Geo glanced up, “what did he find out about us?”

“That was quick,” Sam muttered around a grin. Hands had moved to Ty’s side to push him away.

“And the answer is?”

Sam gave a blank stare, “I’m here, aren’t I?”

With a chuckle, Court thought to ask, “where is your sidepiece?”

Ty shot a murderous look that Sam was enjoying. He relented and gave his boyfriend a little something when he put a finger on Ty’s chin, “I only keep tabs on this one.”

Pleased with that, Ty held his body and kissed his shoulder.

“Gawd, they are just too perfect,” Ang cooed! “Begs the question of how they are in bed.”

Crys pressed fingers to her mouth, “Ang!”

“No, she’s right,” Jaz had her sights upon her boys, “how is the sex?”

Ty was looking smug.

“Isn’t that crossing some sort of line between you?” The topic wasn’t enough to embarrass him. With Ty’s fingers back in his hair, Sam had moved back to his work.

Jaz was laughing, “you’d think so, but no. There’s no romantic interest between us, and I don’t want details. I just need to know that you two are compatible. Besides, you let me into the bedroom with the picture.”

“What picture?” Court was quick to jump on that one. Jaz pulled out her phone.

“Need to know or want to know?” Was Sam’s distracted rebuttal. He made no move to stop her from sharing the image of his and Ty’s hands clasped on the bedsheets of Ty’s childhood home.

“Need,” she was firm. “His happiness lies with you, so I need to know if there are any problems.”

The image was being shared. Crys sighed, “can I use this for one of my articles?”

Finally, he looked up from his work, “you going to fix them if there were?”

“Of course,” her confidence was impressive.

With a smile, Sam turned back to the book, “then you can relax.”

Ty’s arrogance had him sitting back with a possessive hand in Sam’s hair, “you can relax. We’re good.”

Geo was annoyed, “you’ll talk about this but not your past.”

Sam shrugged with indifference, “he’s not my past. He’s my future.”

“Aww, I love you too,” Ty rewarded him with more food.

“Oh gawd, are we at that stage of this relationship?”

“Yep,” was the answer Sam loved hearing spoken into his ear.

Jaz was whining, “it’s not fair that my boy is dating my brother. I want all the details except that it’s Ty!”

“You know,” Sam looked thoughtfully down at his work, “you’re just as much fun to bug as he is.”

She cast a pout his direction. Ang’s hand rubbing her back offered sympathy.

“So many juicy details you are missing out on.” Sam smirked, “like in the bed, on the couch, that time on the table…”

Ty thought to add, “mm, in the car.”

“Backstage,” Sam cast a seductive look Ty’s direction.

“Come on, you two,” Tanner snapped! “Backstage is no place for that.”

“I said it was a performance worthy of center…”

“Don’t even think of finishing that sentence,” he’d been interrupted by Tanner’s stern command.

Sam was amused, “at his parents’ place we…”

“No one wants to hear it,” Geo cut him off sternly.

“Oh come on,” curled fingers pulled at the hair next to Jaz’s ears, “I need to hear!”

Geo cast him a pained look, “I’d assumed that you’d be shy about this stuff.”

Merciless was Ty’s grin, “you assumed wrong. I can’t embarrass him.”

Sam revealed, “I’m not about to feed that ego by letting you win.”

Ty was leering with a smile, “you are so transparent.”

Pretending to give up on his art project, Sam muttered, “you going to feed me more than fries?”

Geo set his drink down with purpose, “I swear, if that’s a sexual innuendo…”

The look Sam and Ty shared said that it was now!

Jaz ran a hand up Geo’s arm, “you’d better get used to it. Where do you think Ty learned his behaviour from.”

“You are a proper lady,” Geo denied any correlation between his girlfriend and that behaviour.

Sam let out a soft snort of laughter. Geo glared, but then quickly realized that Jaz shared her boy’s look.

Ty broke apart a piece of burger to feed his boyfriend. But he was talking to Geo, “did you get the proposal back from Robert’s former company?”

“Is it official? Did they remove him?” Crys was alert with interest.

Geo nodded, “They did. And I did. Tonight we should review it.”

Sam was ignoring the food held out for him. Thoughts were lost to worry. Until Ty leaned in to kiss him. Faces close together, Ty let him know, “thanks to the work Crys is doing with my brother, Nicky was able to formerly charge him. Because all his money is tied up in the business, he used the old house as collateral to post bond. He’s on house arrest there with an ankle bracelet.”

Sam stared at Ty.

And Ty gave him another reassuring kiss, “the company wants to pay for security, in case Robert tries to get at you. I recommended Christian and Mags. Said you wouldn’t trust anyone else.”

Eyes closed, Sam nodded agreement.

“Wow,” Jaz let out an impressed breath. “Just think what we’ll be able to pull off for the production, Tanner!”

It broke the tension, and even got a whisper of a grin out of Sam. It was enough to get him eating out of Ty’s hands again.

“Why are we here?” The young voice held a petulant note that got on his nerves.

Christian shot a glare over to the figure in a matching white jumpsuit, “he’s a CEO with a right bloody attitude. And my brother asked me to keep an eye on him.”

“So,” golden eyes behind goggles pierced over, “you set up hidden cameras and microphones to do that?”

“It’s a lot easier than having him be around me all day,” he snipped back.

“You should be around you all day. You’re absolutely no fun.”

“You’ve been an absolute pain in the arse since Dasai left, Kuro,” the fingers of his right hand curled into a fist.

“Don’t even talk about him,” angry arms crossed over his chest!

“Will you two stop bickering like family,” his sister’s irritated voice came over the earpieces.

They responded in unison, “we are family.”

They could hear the slap of his sister’s palm smacking her forehead. He and Kuro shared a smile.

“The real crew is about to arrive. If you’re not out of there soon, you’ll have a hell of a time explaining.”

“We’re almost done,” he assured without any concern. He glanced Kuro’s direction, “want to go to the pub after? We can play some billiards.”

“It’s called pool,” Kuro corrected.

“That’s what you swim in.”

Kuro was pouting, “Dasai used to take me to the beach to play volleyball.”

Again, his hand curled in frustration, “I don’t care. We’re not going to the beach.”

“No fun at all,” Kuro sulked.