Kieran
The old, yet restored library of the mansion is one of my favorite places.
It contains memories of long nights studying for college exams, and of my father telling us the ways of the world. Being in here makes me miss him even more, but it also reminds me of home.
Yes, I’m at the mansion, but I can hardly call it home with the way things are right now.
At least reconnecting with Carter has been good. It's like we're back to being brothers and haven't skipped a beat. Carter and I have been pouring over father's financial records for the last three days.
Stacy's been here the whole time, holed up with us, and we’re all in this together.
Come hell or high water, we’ll find Percy's weakness.
We've practically locked ourselves in here for the past few days. The library has become our own little fortress away from the world. There are papers everywhere and books, data, and records.
Too bad that nothing within Raine's Petroleum has been adequately recorded. I'm seeing now that while our father was a brilliant man, he wasn’t exactly the most organized one.
No wonder Percy thinks he can take hold of the company. There are so many holes in the financial paperwork that with just a little bit of financial prowess, one could make their way into the corporation quite easily. Still, though we haven't found the smoking gun, it feels like we’re getting close.
"Have you guys found anything good?" Stacy asks, her soft voice making me raise my head from the documents I’ve been pouring over.
She comes behind me and hugs my strong shoulders. I haven't moved a muscle for a while, and I'm aching to stretch my limbs and perhaps get my blood flowing. Maybe a sex session would do it?
That’s right – I'm quickly becoming addicted to her velvety pussy, and she's always in the back of my mind somewhere. You try being trapped in here with a blonde goddess. You couldn't resist either.
I smell her coconut hair, her fragrant perfume…fuck, everything about her is intoxicating. I want to rip the clothes off her body right here and have a quick little fuck, even if Carter’s involved.
Whatever makes Stacy happy now, makes me happy as well. Though my cock is getting hard, I have to suppress all the desire – we have work to do.
I know Stacy will never be able to rest soundly until we find the key to her freedom, and that’s our only mission now.
"Jesus, Stacy,” I whisper, closing my eyes for a moment. “You can’t be this close to me, you know? Having you like this makes me want to bend you over this couch…. But we can't. Not with all this shit we gotta read."
"Oh, are you getting hard just having me near?” she teases. “I think that's a good thing. Don't you think that's a good thing, Carter?"
He looks up from his pile of paperwork.
"I have no opinion on this unless you feel like coming over here and curling up in my lap."
I grab her arms and keep her tight.
"No way. You're not going anywhere." I kiss her and I feel her soft, full lips. I'm getting harder and harder, my cock straining against my pants, and I relent.
"Fine, baby, come sit with me."
She curls up next to me and I hand her some of the papers. We sift through them for what seem like hours before Carter eventually breaks through the silence.
"I've got something interesting."
"Finally. What is it?"
He stands and walks over to me. Carter hands Stacy a tattered ledger, one that upon clearer inspection shows that money has been flowing out in a weird way.
"Can you see it? Money is going to Bale’s Oil, and that's clearly wrong, isn't it? That's not someone Dad ever worked with."
"Yes, he actually had some major aversion to working with them. He always talked about it."
"I know, right?" It's common knowledge that John hated Bale’s Oil. He was always ranting about them and how ruthless and amoral they are.
Carter sits on the couch next to us and we’re all left scratching our heads. I finally say what's on everyone's mind.
"It's embezzlement, clearly. That's what we're all thinking, isn't it?"
"That's what I've been thinking," Stacy says.
She’s sitting in between us and her blonde hair is flowing down her shoulders. She looks like a tasty treat wearing little shorts and my sweatshirt.
"That’s a serious crime. We need more evidence," Carter says. He doesn't hesitate.
We know that if we find the necessary evidence, Percy will end up in jail…but so what? He deserves it.
"What we have here is only a shred of information. It's not enough."
I run my fingers through my blonde hair. This fucking situation is stressing me out. While it's been nice to reconnect with Carter and to be with Stacy every moment, I have to say that thinking of someone stealing my father's money is fanning the flames of rage inside of me.
We need more evidence.
"If we had a chart of the accounts we could find out more. A chart would prove it," Carter says. "And the only person with access to that kind of information is..."
"Percy."
"Fucking Percy."
Stacy looks between us. "Guys, is there anything I can do to help? I want to help take him down. There’s nothing I want more."
"That's not a bad idea," I say, although I don’t like putting Stacy on the frontlines. "She does have more contact with him."
Carter and I exchange a glance. He says what I can't.
"Stacy, he won't reveal that kind of information to you. Even though you're married, he doesn't trust you."
She looks sad, like she wishes she could do more. But there's nothing else to be done. We can't win this way.
"There is another option," Carter says, leaning back against his seat. "What about Nolan? I mean, he used to be one of us and he seems to be in Percy's confidence. If he could just steal a look or a picture at the documents we need…then we can nail him for embezzlement, and that’s a hefty charge. He’ll be done."
To think of putting him behind bars doesn't even faze me. After all the years of torment and dishonesty, I don't feel like I owe him much. And, more than anything, I want to put this behind us so that I can focus on ravaging Stacy and not much else.
I even resent Percy for causing all this drama and forcing us to deal with this. I have a beautiful girl who’s practically a prison at my beck and call, and yet I can't fuck her as much as I would like to because of all this other shit.
The moment we solve this riddle, you can bet everything you own that I’ll spend every waking hour of my day ravaging Stacy. That much I know for sure.