Saving This (The McCallans #5) Read Online Free Page B

Craig literally has control over who holds your percentage. Right now your dad has granted it to you. But the only way you can keep it from being handed down to Chase is if you keep it yourself. If you walk away now, it automatically goes on hold and then to your son when he’s an adult—as per your father’s wishes—unless you or Teague hold that percentage instead.”
    “You mean Teague could take it right now and my dad or grandpa can’t do anything about it? I mean not that he ever would but…?”
    “Yep. That twenty percent of the partnership can only go to three people for the next fourteen years, as per legal specifications by your dad and grandpa: you, Teague, or Chase. And from there, only a direct McCallan descendent—any of your kids that came from your DNA; no cousins or any other relatives or adopted kids, etcetera—can ever be added to the company ownership. You’ll naturally move up the line when your father and grandfather are deceased, but that twenty percent will still only go through a direct descendent. Just like a royal chain,” he added with a smirk.
    “God,” Max groaned. He paused for a second and then looked at Cole. “So you said my grandpa could change it but it’s complicated? How complicated?”
    “I’m not a legal expert on that,” Cole raised his hands in protest.
    “Just tell me what you know.”
    “Okay, as far as I could understand, if you’re given more of the company than your dad… The only way that can happen—”
    “Is through my grandfather,” Max sighed. “Like he’d hand over more of his fucking company,” he chuckled sarcastically. “He didn’t even want my dad to have twenty-five percent.”
    Cole didn’t reply, seeming to allow Max the time to think.
    “Is there anything else you came across?” he asked.
    “Well, I came across a lot. Nothing that helps you, but if you want to know what’s in your father’s will—”
    “No, I don’t give a fuck.”
    “Are you sure?”
    He eyed Cole for a moment. “Should I be concerned?”
    “I don’t know, most people are curious.”
    Shaking his head in disbelief, Max chuckled. “How do you even come across this stuff? Oh my God, you could be a billionaire working for the right people. Or…wrong people, I guess.”
    He shrugged. “Meh, not my thing. I don’t like to think of myself as an underdog, but I do like to help people who are getting the short end of the stick. Call it a reckoning of justice, if you will.”
    “Hmm, so you’re an Avenger.”
    “Except I work alone,” Cole smirked.
     
    ***
    Max sat in his home office that night, staring at the computer screen. He had papers and notes spread across the desk around him, but he’d hit a wall with writing this latest scene. Too much of his father’s intricate web had been woven around his thoughts at the moment and he couldn’t concentrate.
    He took another sip of tea and picked up one of Tate’s journal entries—a copy that he’d been given to use as a reference—and forced himself to refocus. Scanning it, he found the part he’d been trying to respectfully piece into a scene:
     
    I didn’t even know where I was for the next few days. I’d been in and out of surgeries, all to fix my hip and pelvis that had been blown apart. They had me on so many drugs I barely knew my own name, but I do remember asking if my dick was still attached. Maybe that seems stupid, but apparently it’s something a lot of wounded soldiers ask.
    The guy in the bed next to me would talk to me now and then, but I didn’t know what the hell he was saying or who the fuck he was. By the sixth day, I was in a small room by myself. They’d put me in isolation. Apparently I was scaring the shit out of other patients every time I’d yell for help—help for Shane—because I thought I was still in a warzone.
    I would also yell things at the dark-eyed doctor that I was mistaking for a member of the enemy. I was triggering other soldiers’ flashbacks every time