Harden's P.O.V.

I tightened my grasp on Eliza's hair as our lips began to press harder against each other, pulling her closer if possible as adrenaline surged inside of me. Eliza whimpered against my lips, her hips working harder against my crotch. "Fuck," I mumbled, not wanting to lean down any further. I gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her up onto my bed. 

"Harden!" Hunter barged into the room, and instead of giving him any mind, I tilted my head to the side, slipping my tongue inside her mouth, and forced her to arch her back off the bed. I can feel his presence a few seconds later, so I break away from her and smirk at him. "Enjoying the show?"

"What the fuck?" He snapped grabbing the back of my shirt he pulled me off of Eliza, causing me to stumble back alittle. 

I wipe off the lip gloss Eliza was wearing off of my lips and shrug my shoulder. "I guess not."

Eliza chuckled sitting up as well, still panting from the hot makeout session we were just enjoying until Hunter decided to ruin it. "Did you forget that we have a meeting today?" He asked me crossing his arms. 

"No, but I sent Vince to it. I am sure Dad understands I had some other very important," I turn my gaze to. Eliza's winked at her, "And urgent matters to attend to."

"No, actually he didnt." Hunter roared: "Vincent completely blew it by stuttering, and not having all the adequate information the investors needed." He was a real buzz kill. I roll my eyes at him from time to time, while sitting on the bed alongside Eliza. "Harden, we cannot be second best to the Clyde family in everything!"

My eyes widen to meet his as soon as he mentions that fucking family, "We won't be." Our media company is performing far better than them in terms of ratings. "Brock Entertainment is doing way fucking better in all categories."

 "We would be skyrocketing if you just showed up." Hunter added on, "I am the COO, so I can only do so much and Vince? He is the Executive director of operations, they needed the CEO there."

Fuck, "Hunter, how am I supposed to manage both fucking things?" I ask irritated, "I have to handle the Devil's Keepers business then this shit. I asked for one meeting where I didnt need to be there from Vince and he fucked that up too."

"Vince didnt fuck anything up." Mom said coming into my room with a drink in her. hand, Eliza stood up immediately, "Maybe if you stop thinking with your fucking dick all the. time, then these situations wouldnt come up."

"Mom," I say firmly, "Stay out of this." I really did not need a lecture from her at the moment, because I knew the second I stepped out of this room, Dad would call me into his office. 

"I will not." She answered, "Not this time, Harden, your. father has worked very hard all his life and he is depending on you and Hunter to carry this legacy on I need to know that you won't fuck it up, otherwise-"

"Otherwise what?" I snapped at her, "You will give it to Vince, who couldnt handle one fucking meeting?"  That quieted her down fast. "Serious just get off my ass both of you, I will. call the investors myself and set up another meeting." 

Eliza cleared her throat, "I-I'll call you." She rushed out of the. room avoiding eye contact with my mom. There goes my chances of getting laid tonight. 

Sitting down on my bed I rest my hand in my hands, "Would you two get the fuck out now?" 

Mom left immediately but Hunter came to sit down beside me, "Here," He passed me a cigarette, as he leaned back on the bed. "It'll help the nerves."

"Thanks," I murmured, taking a long breath in to capture the dangerous substances into my system, and began racking my head for what to say to the investors to entice them to return and redo the meeting. 

"I handled Uncle Ryker," He said stoically, "Yeah, he was mad but I told him you were staying back to research more about the company." That is such a fucking lie. 

"Could have picked a better lie," I mumbled, "What if he asked me about the Wyatt Production attributes now?" 

"That my friend," Hunter smirked at me stealing the cigarette away from me, "Is your problem not mine." He stood up and began walking out of the room, "Better get to researching."

"Fuck off." I chuckled grabbing a pillow to throw at him but he shut the door before it could reach him. Looking around my empty room, I walk over to my bar area and pour myself a drink before beginning to deep dive into the credentials of Wyatt Industries. 

I know I had to show Dad that I could handle both of the businesses, but at times I wished that Vince could help me out alittle. .. 

I know that if he was still here he would. . .

. . .

Breathing out heavily to calm my nerves I walk into my own father's office, to see him sitting at his desk with his head down. "Dad?" 

"Come in," He said monotonously as he sat up straighter, he looked so tired. I clear my throat as I settle down infront of him. I placed a thick file of all the information I collected about the Wyatt Industries. "What is this?" 

"Info," I replied, "Along with some dirt as well." Now that caught his attention as he pulled the file closer to him. 

"Dirt?" He asked confused, "I thought you said the Wyatt Industries was clean?" Well, so I thought, "So what is this all about now Harden?"

I smirk at him, "Look I know Vince blew the meeting this morning and before you go off into a lecture I know I should have been there to support him but, this is what I was doing in the meantime." Lie, I know, but I had to clean up the mess somehow. "Wyatt Industries has their own dirt, possibly worse than ours. Dad."

"No fucking way," He whispered as he flipped through the. pages pulling out a case filed against them, not a dormant one, an active one. "A murder case?" Dad looked up at me with amusement, "What are you going to do with this information?" There was not one, not two, but six cases in their name. Now I do not have the full information about what caused these deaths, but I had a pretty good idea.

"Oh, you know," I say casually sitting back in my chair, "Just use it against them,"  Vince had mentioned earlier when he came into my room how high and mighty the COO was being because of the underground illegal work we do on the side of course, so now having this information underneath our belt, the terms of the contract will be ours.  

We both smirk at each other evilly, "Proud of you son," He chuckled, "At least you know how to clean up the fucking mess you made in the first place."

"Learnt from the best." It was honestly tiring constantly being on, constantly. thinking of the. next move, but for the last twenty fucking years that's exactly what he has been doing, and it clear that he was ready to pass the baton. . .to me. 

"Well now that Brock Entertainment's industry business is handled, now let's talk about Devil's Keepers." My smile fell,  "What is going on there?"

Clearing my throat I sit up straighter, "That, Hunter has not fully relayed all the information to me yet."

That glimmer of trust faded in his eyes,  "Harden, I have told you over and over again, Devil's Keepers comes first then this shit."  He pushed the file to the side, "Do you have any idea the. shame I will feel that under your supervision, our power-"

"It won't lessen." I interrupt him, "Hunter is just as good as Uncle Marcus, our business is being handled appropriately." 

"Right," He said discouraged,  "Marcus had actually come in here an hour ago before you had come in." My stomach knotted, "The guy that was supposed to bring in the shipment of the new drug flaked." No, no, no! "Who had contacted our connection, Harden?"

"Me," I covered for Hunter, "I-I am sorry-"

"And you know who actually received their fucking shipment of cocaine?" Ghost Riders. 

"The Ghost Riders," I answer. 

"Right," Dad snapped, "Now you tell me how the FUCK are we not losing our power?" 

I flinched slightly, he was the only man in the world who could make me do so. "I will figure it out." I try to console him, "I figured this out, I will figure this out oo." I stood up trying to gain some distance from him. "Give me 24 hours."

"Harden."

"I won't let them win," I shake my head not wanting to hear more, "I promise Dad."  Storming out of his office I slam the door shut. 

I asked for one fucking day. . . 

One day!