Their Rose Petal

Chapter Seventeen

My body is sore and tired.

I'm back at my apartment, but last night just keeps running through my head. I can't fight it, those two are the only thing I can think of. I indulged Kinsley in last night festivities, and was pleasantly surprised when she had some of her own. Her and Damien finally had sex; but it was mediocre. Vanilla as it could possibly get. I advised her to try again and I hope she listens. The first time with someone new is usually awkward and unsettling.

I had a few things to get done today, including closing on my air bnb and ordering items for the restaurant.

My phone rings while I'm driving to Roselet's, it's a number I haven't seen before.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Ms. Michelle Roselet?" A woman's voice floats through.

"It is, may I ask who's calling?" My eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

"Yes, ma'am. This is Kelly Tiara calling from Godlock's Law-firm. Is now a good time to talk?"

"Law-firm?" I haven't requested any legal advice recently. My mind races through the possibilities of what they may be calling for. Is someone suing the restaurant? Or the club?

"Yes, correct. I'm calling to discuss Mr. Bill Foley's will."

I park my car at a gas station very quickly, turning my full attention to the woman.

"What about it?" I'm very confused. My heart begins to thump erratically. My chest feels like it may collapse.

"As you know, Mr. Foley has passed away. A few weeks prior he made out everything to be left to you. Assets, cars, and his house."

"Bill is dead?" I question, my hand coming to my mouth in shock.

The lady is silent for a moment. "Yes ma'am, I do apologize. I assumed you had been notified. When Bill and I had spoke in person he told me you were his daughter."

I don't respond, I can't. Sobs rack through my body. "He had stage four prostate cancer, he's known for quite awhile."

He was dying, and he knew? I slam my hand against the steering wheel, anger and sadness floating through my body. "Fuck!" I scream. Images of his soft face flood my memory. Every single night sitting at the bar top. The night he pulled out his gun on someone who was planning on harming me. The times he held me when I cried, hell even the time I held him while he cried. There aren't words to describe what a wholesome person Bill was. The genuine highlight of my day on most occasions.

"I'm sorry again, but whenever you have a chance we do need you to come in and sign some paperwork. I apologize, Ms. Roselet."

I don't answer, I throw my phone into my passenger seat and repeatedly hit the wheel.  A scream rips through my chest, opening up my lungs in hopes of breathing steady once again. I wipe my eyes, pulling out of the parking lot and flying towards the only place I believe I can find comfort in this moment.

The tires screech to a halt as I pull into the boys' driveway, and Mateo comes rushing out angrily. Four men come out behind him, all with guns in hand. Mateo's face soften when he sees it's my car, and he motions for them to put away their weapons. They seem genuinely confused. Hell, I would be too. I pulled in their driveway like I was on a fucking mission. Mateo rushes to my side with a grin on his face, but it quickly diminishes when he opens the door and sees my tear stained face.

"Princess, what happened?" He bends down, taking my hands into his. I ignore his question, getting out of the car and wrapping my arms around his neck. The sobs come out once again, and he lifts me up and holds me close. "Call Elias," he says to the group of men as he walks us into the house. He lays down on the bed, with me on his chest.