CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Son of a bitch.” Osana slammed the door of her black Lamborghini.
Gloria’s silver Mazda 6 with customized rims sat crooked in the driveway in front of Shad’s mansion.
Osana ran up the porch and pounded the door with her fist. “Abby?”
Abby opened the door. “Ms. Royal—”
“I saw Gloria’s car.” Osana struggled not to pop. “Where are they?”
“They’re upstairs in his office.”
Osana clacked to the stairs in stilettos.
“Is something wrong?” Abby stood at the end of the stairwell.
“Might wanna call an ambulance.” Osana continued up the stairs. “Trust me one of them will need it.” She made it to the floor of Shad’s office.
Gloria’s annoying laugh filled the hallway.
Osana stomped toward the room and stopped at the doorway.
Shad sat behind his desk, red-faced from laughte
