Summer smacked her lips. “I’m always nice.”
“I’m serious, Summer! You know I don’t have any female friends and I like this girl. I don’t want you two beefing or anything.”
“If she’s as cool as you say, then there won’t be any beef.” She smirked and batted her lashes.
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, I’ll let you know the details. Love you.”
“Love you too, boo! Stay away from that old hag too! Where’s that other fine ass son of hers? Maybe he can talk some sense into her.”
“Bye, Summer.” I laughed, stepping to the door just as a couple came walking in.
I knew talking to Summer would help the frustration I was feeling. I didn’t like being angry or holding grudges. It was pointless and wasted too much energy. Marisol, however, made it hard not to be mad at her. I hadn’t made up my mind if I wanted to mention what happened between me and his mom to Creed. He didn’t get along with his parents, I knew that, but I didn’t want him to be in the middle of our issues. Plus, it had nothing to do with him. It would be best if I stayed quiet and waited for Rome to wake up so he could address the situation properly.
Chapter 13
Creed
“Thanks for meeting with me.” I shook hands with Aiden before taking a seat in the booth. We were meeting at the coffee shop not too far from my warehouse. Aiden was a detective in the police precinct in this part of West Pier.
“No problem. Dylan said it was something important you wanted to talk about.” He slid into the booth across from me. “According to him you have questions about an accident involving your brother?”
He pulled the bag off his shoulder and set it next to him.
“Yeah, my parents are hiding something and knowing them it was to protect my brother. I was hoping you would be able to get the police report so I could look.”
Aiden pulled a file out the flapped bag and slid it across the table. “On the record it looks like your brother swerved to avoid an animal. The roads were wet that night, which would have caused him to slide into a ditch.”
“Unofficially?” I asked, grabbing the file and opening it. I scanned the papers inside.
Aiden leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His eyes bounced around the area and his voice lowered. “Apparently, there was a female companion in the car and thetwo were in an intimate, compromising position that caused your brother to lose focus. He swerved into the other lane and almost hit another car before swerving back into his right lane and that caused him to go into the ditch. He wasn’t wearing a seat belt and that was the main cause of his injuries. He also had been drinking and was over the legal limit, not by a lot, but enough.”
As Aiden talked, I continued searching through the papers. My brows furrowed as I read the blood alcohol level of my brother that night. I was also curious about who the girl in the car was.
“What happened to the girl?”
“Shockingly she just ended up with a few bumps and bruises.”
Lifting my eyes to meet Aiden’s, I flattened my lips, squinting. “And the other driver?”
Aiden shrugged. “He was fine, his statement was taken but ruled inconclusive.”
Wetting my lips, I dropped my attention back to the folder. It didn’t shock me that my parents went to great lengths to make sure my brother was protected after hearing the facts of the accident. Since Rome was due to take over the company, there was no way my dad would allow any negative press to come out about him. I knew there was more to the story, but I wasn’t expecting all this.
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When I stepped into Rome’s hospital room, both of my parents were present. Dad sat on the couch near the window on his laptop, his glasses low on his nose as he worked, and Momnext to the bed, scrolling through her phone. Right after meeting with Aiden, I made a detour to the hospital.
“I’m glad you both are here,” I said, causing both of their heads to lift and their eyes to fall on me.
Dad spoke. “Son.”
“I wasn’t expecting you again so soon,” Mom commented. Shrugging, I moved deeper into the room until I was at the foot of the bed.
“I need to speak to the two of you.” My eyes bounced between them. The two made eye contact before giving me their attention again.
“What is it?” Dad asked, going back to working on his laptop.
“I know what really happened the night of Rome’s accident.”
