Page 137 of Reckless Vengeance

Aweek passed in a blur. Reporters wanted statements, we got harassed even more, if that was possible, and Josie was on the warpath. She’d managed to get the photos removed, but articles kept popping up about me being a cheating piece of shit.

Thankfully, the gym at home was all set up for sparring, so Mule and Zeena came over a lot after school to train, which honestly kept me sane at this point, and when I could sneak away from all the attention, Diesel and Skeeter took me to the range a couple of times to continue getting more comfortable with my gun.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any more mentally draining, Josie’s lawyer showed up on Saturday morning when I was eating breakfast with Skeeter and the guys, a pep in his step.

“I have some good news for you, Aurora,” he smiled, rummaging in his briefcase for some paperwork.

“My dad’s dead?” I asked with a straight face, making him cringe.

“Please don’t joke about that to me.”

“Who’s joking?”

He sighed, handing the papers over to me. “I received these from Slash Russo’s attorney. You were named in his last will and testimony."

I almost choked on my food, staring at the papers in his outstretched hand like they were a snake.

“He left something for me?” I finally asked, hesitating before taking the paper.

“He left you his entire estate as his sole beneficiary, actually. We’re trying to find his Mustang, but⁠—”

“I have it,” Skeeter murmured, flicking his eyes over the paperwork. “He left her everything?”

“Yes. You’ll need to organize handing the keys and the car⁠—”

“I can do that. If he wanted her to have it, then it’s hers,” Skeeter answered, blowing out a breath. “The guys are going to lose their fucking minds.”

He wasn’t wrong. Slash had left me his home, car, and any assets within the property. He didn’t have a lot of money, but the house was paid off and he didn’t owe anything on the car.

“I’ve gone over everything, I just need you to sign a few things,” the lawyer smiled, pulling a pen out and starting to go over what needed signing, and I felt a little numb by the time he left.

“The Mustang’s at my place. We can go and get it, if you want? You’ve got the keys to the house, so we can head there too,” Skeeter offered quietly, knowing I was lost in my own thoughts.

Everything. Slash had left me everything.

The will had been updated around my birthday, and it made me wonder if he’d done it out of guilt, or if he’d known something we hadn’t.

“Aurora?” Skeeter asked, snapping me from my thoughts.

“Uh, yeah. We can do that,” I replied, still staring at the paperwork in front of me.

“Want us to stay here?” Caden asked, but I shook my head.

“No.”

I didn’t need to explain that I needed them with me or I couldn’t make myself step into that house. Knowing Slash wasn’t going to be there made my chest ache, and part of me considered not going at all.

Facing his death wasn’t something I could handle, but if he wanted me to have everything, then it was for a reason.

Anika had been at Tyler’s house and was seen with her new boyfriend, so at least a lot of the reporters had been chasing them around instead of us this week. A few still lingered, and I really wanted to lose them before going to Slash’s.

They’d turn it into some twisted lie, tarnishing what we’d had. Having a key to his home and driving his car would cause even more of a stir for sure, and there was already so much speculation circulating about me right now.

All of our cars were in the garage, giving us an extra second of privacy before having to deal with the flashing cameras. The guys went in Jensen’s Camaro, and I went with Skeeter in the McLaren.

“Hey, chill,” Skeeter ordered when we passed the gate and hit the road, his hand reaching out to cover mine. I was clenching the keys so tightly that I was surprised I wasn’t bleeding.

I relaxed a little, blowing out a breath. “Why did he leave it to me?”