Chapter 37 #2
Seth parked the car and walked around to open my door. Tearing the page off the pad, I folded it up and handed it to him, asking, “Can you keep this safe?”
He patted his pocket before taking my hand and walking me up the stairs.
The house was filled with laughter and conversation as we walked inside and I smiled, thinking how just a few years ago, the house was always quiet.
The sadness that once hung over everything was lifting, and we were all starting to learn how wonderful life could be when you finally put the monsters back into the dark where they belonged.
The next few hours were filled with enough joy and happiness to fill a lifetime. We spoke of Waylon with fondness, even though none of us really knew him. But he would be remembered. We would make sure of it.
As the afternoon pushed on, I looked at Seth across the room, and when he caught my gaze, he gave a subtle nod toward Devlin.
He was standing off to the side of the large living room, speaking with Jacob.
I didn’t want to disturb him, but those numbers were driving me crazy.
I needed to know once and for all if Sergey was fucking with my mind or if the rumored truths were accurate.
Walking across the room, I smiled at a few of our family members as I stepped around them.
Seth was making his way around the room, and when we got to Devlin, he cut his eyes to us and patted Jacob on the shoulder before he turned and walked away.
The madman waited for us to approach, then he lifted an eyebrow as he asked, “What’s going on? ”
“Can we speak privately?” I inquired.
He gave a questioning look before asking, “Just us or can James come too?”
I looked at Seth, and he shrugged. Relenting, I replied, “James can come too.”
“Meet me in the interior patio in a few minutes,” Devlin remarked and stepped away from us.
Seth took my hand, and we stepped out of the living room and walked through the kitchen as we made our way down the hallway.
The patio was empty, and while it was hot outside, the umbrellas and fans placed around made the area pleasant.
Seth and I took a seat under one of the umbrellas, and he pulled the paper out and handed it to me.
Taking the folded paper into my hand, I asked, “Am I crazy?”
“I don’t think you are, baby. I think you’re brilliant.”
“She gets her brilliance from me,” James joked as he and Devlin walked out and joined us under the oversized umbrellas. “Is everything okay, Regan?”
All three men had lost their suit jackets and ties a few hours ago, and I gripped the paper tightly in my lap as I started to explain. “Earlier today, we stopped to feed Seth’s cat, and he said something that . . . triggered me.”
“What the fuck did you say to her, asshole?” Devlin asked as James started to stand.
“Stop, please. He didn’t do it on purpose, but what he said made me remember something.
” Carefully, I lifted the paper, and they both grew curious as I continued.
“It was a memory of Sergey from a few days before he died.” I lifted my eyes and saw Devlin gave no reaction, so I pushed on.
“I’m not sure if this is anything or nothing at all but .
. . I need to know if all this money bullshit is true or if they tortured me for nothing. ”
Seth took my hand into his as James reached his out to me. I slid the paper across the table, and he opened it up as they leaned in to see what I’d written. James looked at me and said, “We can use Rhys’s computer and we’ll know within a few minutes. Are you ready to know this last answer?”
I looked at Seth then back to them and nodded. “I need this to finally be over. This is the last piece of the puzzle, and after that, I can move on.”
“Let’s get this figured out then,” Devlin remarked.
The four of us stood and left the patio, headed for the war room. As we moved down the hallway, Devlin asked, “Would you have a problem if I asked Lucian and Stella to join us?”
“That’s fine,” I reasoned, knowing they deserved to know as much as I did.
Seth and I continued to the war room with James as Devlin stopped in the living room where everyone was still gathered for Waylon’s service. I felt bad, but the what ifs were plaguing me and I wanted it all to finally be over.
Seth and I took a seat as James went to a cabinet, punched in a code, and pulled out a laptop. Returning to the table, he took a seat next to me as Devlin, Lucian, and Stella walked into the room.
I looked on as Stella walked over and hugged me from the side, whispering, “I’m here if you need me.”
I nodded, and she took a seat with her brothers across from us. James began to work on something as I bounced my leg, feeling the nerves building.
“I’m in the bank. I’ll put in the information Regan gave me and we’ll see what’s what.” He typed something and his expression grew confused as he looked at the screen.
“What?” Devlin asked.
“The account entry system has a passcode on it, and without it, I can’t even verify if it’s an actual account,” James explained. “And after three attempts, the system locks us out.”
“What the fuck would he use as a passcode?” Lucian asked.
“Probably his own name,” Devlin returned.
Stella sat across from me, looking deeply into my eyes as a sly smile pushed up on her face. Seth placed his hand onto my knee, stopping the bouncing, and I looked back at Stella.
“Little one,” I said, and her smile grew. “Try ‘little one’.”
James typed into the computer and replied, “It’s going through the verification process.” No one said anything and when there was a chime, he leaned over, then lifted his gaze, stunned silent.
“How much is in the account?” Stella asked with a glint of joy in her voice.
“Just under thirty million dollars,” James replied, and then he slowly turned to look at me. “Regan, you need to see this.”
I couldn’t believe the money was real, and I couldn’t believe he used the name he called me as the passcode. James turned the computer, and Seth leaned over as I looked at the screen. Bringing my gaze up, I saw a smiling Stella, a stunned Devlin, and a confused Lucian.
“It says the account owner is Regan Weston.”