The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: WHAT IS MOTHER UP TO?

Finnegan

"I don’t know what’s going on exactly," Martha’s voice trembled as she pulled me away from mother’s room, glancing around the corridor as if someone was going to jump out from the shadows.

"What have you seen, Martha?"

"She has been on the phone at all hours," she mumbled, pursing her thin lips. The wrinkles on her face looked more severe with worry etched all over them.

"She screams a ometimes, which she never does. Your mother does not scream, Finn."

"In my thirty years, I have never once heard her raise her voice past a certain level." Her eyes moved to the closed door. "

"Two nights ago, I heard her telling someone that if IT came out, she would handle it personally." She shook her head slowly. "The way she said it, it was terrifying."

Just what had mother gotten roped into? What was she up to?

"What else?" I kept my voice as even as I could, which was a miracle considering how positively furious I was. Hell, my blood pressure had to be through the roof with the way blood rushed through my ears.

"There have been some men," She pressed her lips together.

"Very strange men. They were black suits and kept coming at odd hours, usually when I am asleep, but I’ve seen them meet with her behind the mansion.@

"I was afraid they would hurt her on the first night, but they keep addressing her as boss. I couldn’t eavesdrop much; I was afraid I would get caught."

Damn, all this had been going on right under my nose? Was burning down my home also one of her and Victoria’s plans?

"Thank you for telling me this, Martha," I murmured, squeezing her frail hand.

"Just be careful, okay?" She sighed. "Your mother was never the same since your father died. I even found her in the kitchen at two in the morning last Thursday." Her voice dropped lower.

"She was burning papers in the fire. A whole stack of them. When she saw me, she told me to go back to bed and never mention it."

The corridor was quiet around us.

What would confronting mother do exactly?

It would only make her hide and cover her tracks. I was sure she would find some way to explain what I had seen. No one I knew, not even Dad, had been able to beat my mother at her own games.

The only smart way would be to play the same way she was. She had several eyes and ears on me. I had nothing on her.

"Martha, I’ll need you to do me a favor." My hands left hers to grab her shoulders gently.

"Anything,"

"Keep listening," I murmured. "Whatever you hear, whatever you see, you call me directly and inform me, okay? Can you do that, please?"

A soft smile lit up her old and tired face. I closed my eyes briefly when she brushed her palm over my face. "Anything for you, Finn,"

James pulled away from the gate, and I sat in the back, staring into nothing while the anger moved through me in slow, cold waves.

And this was all I got?

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