EroticReverie

Nadia Natalina Nelwyn - One month later

I stand beside my grieving mother. It was pathetic how much she loved such a grimey fuck. She's always been pathetic. I didn't feel bad for her. Cause I wasnt even sure she was truly grieving him, she was probably elated that the bastard swallowed the end of a barrel and offed himself in his office. But she had to play the part of grieving widow instead of doing what she probably wanted to do most, and roll in the fucking fortune left to her in his will. 

I look across his casket to the other side, under the other tent , where Constantine Collins, Dante Buchanan, and Kane Cross stand. They're tall fuckers. Just like Maxwell is. Or...was.  They're all standing in perfectly tailored suits, hands crossed in front of them their chins to their chest as the priest says a prayer. It's Kane, the tallest one that lifts his head just slightly and lifts his eyes directly to me as is he senses me staring at him while all the other guests are bowing their heads. 

I cock my head just slightly staring back at him, and wonder if he knows yet that my step father gave me not only a good little inheritance, but also his share of Midnights. 

His face shows no emotion, but his eyes slip down my legs to my heels that are pushing into the carpet laid out under the tent as the rain plets down onto the grass and the casket between us. I lift my hands in front of my chest, clasp them together, and keep his stare as I lower my head. Not dropping my lashes and closing my eyes until the very last second when the priest says his amen. 

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After the funeral, we're back at the mansion, also left in my name in the will. Maxwell, such a stupid mother fucker. A pathetic fucking pervert of a man, leaving me too god damn much in his will. My mother too dumb to be suspicious about it, thinking he just "Adored" her daughter oh so much , to leave her more than he left his own fucking wife.  Including the fucking letter. Jesus the fucking letter. His love confession to me. As if the man didn't already say everything in that letter to me a million times since the first time he fucked me at fifteen years old. I also ignored the p.s at the bottom. "If I die, and they rule my death a suicide, know that it was not. I would never leave you. Someone has killed me if this happens. "

Good, I'd thought as I read that last part. Adios, pervert. I stand inside the house, the gathering of all his friends and relatives and whoever the fuck else deemed his life something to mourn are all outside. I stand there, glass of champagne in my hand and stare at the photo of me , him and my mom for our christmas cards last year. How he stands in the middle, hands behind both of us, and knowing it was my ass he had his hand on, not my mothers. 

My eyes drift to the side, to the couch where he'd fucked me for the first time. While I was fifteen, it wasnt my first time. I'd lost my viginity months before that with a boy from school, that has asked me out, took my v card, then told the whole school, and dumped me. Maxwell, had been my second time. And as sick as it makes me to know I'd been groomed into it by him. Manipulated...he'd also made it a hell of a lot nicer than the prick from school.  I'd even fucking enjoyed it as much as I hate to admit it. Maxwell was hot. He was good looking, and tall, and had a cock I had come to crave honestly. I blame him though. For all of it. No matter how much I enjoyed fucking him in secret, I hated him. I kept that to myself though, I wasnt stupid. His obsession with me was fucking crazy. I'd started dating a guy last year...and he died of an overdose. The guy had never touched a drug in his life. Reports claimed he had a "cocktail" of drugs in his system, all highly illegal narcotics. The same kind of highly illegal narcotics that I know Maxwell dealed with his "Friends".  

I'm five foot seven, and in heels, probably a good five foot nine, but I feel about three feet tall when I jump slightly at the three tall fuckers that seemed to fucking appear out of thin air at the side of the room. Kane was the tallest, six foot eight. his black hair was a bit longer , but nothing longer than past his ears I assume, but he always keeps it pushed back , her had short facial hair that was kept close to his skin, and had dark brown eyes that I could never really make out his iris from his pupil.  Dante Buchanan is only a few inches shorter than him, and has short hair, almost like a buzzcut, and his hair is a light brown, almost dirty blonde color, and he has scruffy facial hair, that's not as finely groomed as Kane's and green eyes. Constantine is only shorter than Dante by probably an inch, sometimes I cant even tell. They're all in their thirties, but he has the most boyish look to him out of the three of them. Probably due to his messy brown hair, that's always has that "i dont care" tousseled look, but he actually probably spends a good half hour getting it to look that way. He's really light brown eyes and is clean shaven, again, probably what gives him more of his boyish look than the others. And all three tall bastards are standing there with intimidating emotionless stares.

"Can I help you?" I ask when I'm finally sure that my voice wont waver. I was necessarily scared of my step fathers friends and business partners, but I wasn't and idiot. I'd over heard Maxwell in his office one night on a four way call with them talking about a "job" being "done". and no , not their usual grimey drug shit that I was well aware of cause Maxwell told me all about it. Seriously, the guy was an idiot. But I'd let him dish all his dirty fucking secrets to me when I'd have to suffer through him wanting to cuddle with me after screwing me. But a different job, that involved making multiple someones dissappear. Which only further made me believe that Maxwell had something to do with that almost boyfriend of mine disappearing last year. 

"We'll have our lawyers contact your lawyers so you can sign over your share and your seat at Midnights." Kane says. 

They're still across the room, and I turn on my black stilettos, in my black tight fitted no sleeve D&G dress that fits me like a fucking glove thank you very much. The hem hits just a little above my mid thigh. My hair is pulled up into a chignon and I look at the three grown men standing there intent to fucking bully me out of what Maxwell left to me. 

"And, why would I do that?" I ask , looking at them as if they think I'm an idiot.

"Because the company isn't yours. And you didn't earn it. We'll give you a generous take away , you'll be set just like Maxwell wanted, and the company stays with us, the ones who earned it." Dante says and my eyes go to him. 

I set my champagne glass on the ledge of the mantle over one of the many fireplaces in this stupid mansion. 

"So let me get this straight." I say and cross my arms. "You want me to just sign away my share, and the seat that was left to me, the seat that all three of you agreed to let Maxwell relinquish to whomever he chooses when you ALL signed your partner agreements for Midnights? Midnights , the BILLION dollar company, that if trajectories are correct will have you all  multi billionaires in two years? " I ask and I see each of their lips tighten. 

"You want me to sign over what's mine? Cause why? Cause you said so?" I blink and cock my head. "Yeah, I don't think so." 

"There's no need for you to hold a fucking seat at the company." Kane snarls through his teeth. 

"We'll give you more than enough money for the deal to sign over your share in it, and to reject the seat. And I suggest, you do as you're told." He threatens. I just blink at him and then bark out a laugh.

"And I suggest, you go fuck yourselves." I say as I grab my champagne glass and turn.

"You must have been one hell of a fuck." Kane says, stopping me. I pause, and I turn. 

I just glare at him. 

"For him to leave you the house" He says looking around. "Leave you almost half his money, PLUS the company and his seat." Kane says. "Does your mother know why she got pennies compared to what Daddy left you Nadia?" he says his fucking lip twitching up on one side. 

I didn't care that they knew. I'd been more than obvious about it last time I saw them that day a month ago in his office, when I'd fucking stood outside the door after leaving the office to eavesdrop. 

"Careful Mister Cross." I say with a sickeningly sweet smile. "I'm not as dumb as you'd like me to be." I say and walk directly over, look up at him, directly into his almost black fucking eyes. 

"Because a man will tell a girl a lot of interesting things when she's a ...what did you call me? Oh, a hell of a fuck?" I ask and then bluffing with my pretend boldness I lift a finger and press it directly into the middle of his chest. Everyones eyes going to my finger on Kane's chest. 

"So.." I say and then push another finger against his chest and then let my two fingers walk right up his tie slowly. "I'd be very, very careful." I say curling my fingers around his tie and then sliding my hand back down.

"Cause Maxwell was quite the talker , and I think he might have been just a bit smarter than any of us gave him credit for." I give a little fake sarcastic pout. 

"Except for the fact he got himself killed." I frown. 

"It was suicide." Constantine says , and I watch Dante give him a look that makes a small smile pull on my lips. 

"Mm." I hum. "So they say." 

I look back to Kane and pat his chest as I look up at him, narrowing my eyes just slightly. Pretending I know stuff that I don't. But I could bury them with the things I actually did know. And...the things I suspected.

"So they say" I repeat again. Then turn, and leave to join the mourners outside.