Finding Gary (The Romanovsky Brothers Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

vacant.  “My son doesn’t have a father.”
     
     
     
     

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    In the wake of Gary’s confession, most would believe Val Romanovsky’s first order of business would be protecting his company.  As Novsky’s founder and CEO, he was well aware of the tight corner this scandal would force his company into.  The Romanovsky name would now be firmly attached to a homicide.  Val’s reputation wasn’t the only thing in danger, but also his stock.  His shareholders.  One false move would destroy them all forever.  Turning his head was not an option.  Time was of the essence, and Novsky would need every shred of his attention if it had any hope of surviving. 
    If it were any night but that night. 
    That night, Val had received the worst news of his life, and it had nothing to do with Novsky.
    He should’ve seen it coming.  He should’ve known it the moment Leo had joined him, Gary and Roman on Novsky’s balcony that night, blasting them with the news that Jessica Borgia—a girl they’d all known as Ashley Williams—was a federal agent investigating their family.  Val should’ve known it when, mere seconds after Leo had blasted them with that news, Gary’s entire face had collapsed.  Then, in the next instant, a calm had floated over Gary’s face.  Val had watched it happen.  It wasn’t a positive calm, but a resigned one.  One that screamed surrender.  Gary had already surrendered when he’d left that balcony without another word.  Without another glance.
    Val should’ve known it right then.
    But he hadn’t wanted to.
    He hadn’t wanted to believe that Gary had been bent to the point of—not just breaking—but shattering completely.  He didn’t want to know that Gary was so torn up inside that his last desperate claw for peace would be made atop a desk at The New York Post. 
    People always said when it rained; it poured, but those words had never resonated with Val.  An action minded man; he believed there was always a choice.  When it rained, you got under an umbrella, or you got wet.  Adversity could only affect you as much as you allowed it to.  Now, Val knew nothing was further from the truth.  Now, Val understood, for the first time in his life, what a complete loss of control felt like.  It left him fighting to keep the bile gurgling in his stomach from jetting up his throat.
    While Gary had been on his way to The New York Post, ignoring his ringing phone, Val, Roman and Leo had just been blasted with the heart churning news that Zoey was miscarrying, and Angie was unconscious.  It had felt like something out of a movie, and at that very moment, it still didn’t feel real.
    How wrong Val had been.  When it rained, it certainly poured.
    As his twin brother, Leo Romanovsky brought his cherry apple red Porsche Carrera to a screeching halt in front of Westchester Presbyterian Hospital, Val had already thrown open the passenger door and had one foot on the gravel before the car had even come to a complete stop.  He left the door hanging open as he leaped out of the passenger seat and raced towards the sliding doors of the emergency room, dodging hospital personnel and patients as he moved.
    Once inside, breathless, Val took only two seconds to survey the room before he moved past the welcome desk and straight to the double doors that led to the operating rooms in the back.
    The nurse at the welcome table hopped from her seat as Val went blazing by, holding out a halfhearted hand.  “Mr. Romanovsky, you need to sign in.”
    Val didn’t take a moment to wonder how she knew his name with no introduction.  Most people in Manhattan did.  The especially obsessive ones also knew his favorite color, his date of birth, and a plethora of other random facts that people only cared to learn when they were attributed to a multimillionaire. 
    And the nurse wasn’t the only person with his name on her lips.  From the far corner of the room, his name floated from the speakers of the