Devastate (Havoc Series Stand Alone Book 5) by Xavier Neal Read Free Book Online Page B

to her.
                  “Yes.”
                  “Did you sleep more than four hours?”
                  “No.”
                  “What are you working on right now?”
                  “Updating the files about your family,” she replies.
                  Annoyed by just the mention of them I sit all the way up. “You don't do that digitally?”
                  “The thing about digital files is they can be hacked. The digital foot print is hardly ever erased like you believe it is. Merlin proves that every chance he gets. So yes, I have digital files of all of you, basics, but everything else is hand written and organized where I have an eye on it all the time. Handwritten can be burned to ashes if necessary. Besides, I feel I retain information better when I write it down,” she explains before finally turning around. Her eyes bulge at the sight of me shirtless in my boxers like they do every morning. Just the look has my cock stirring. “I'm going to ask you something.”
                  Moving before my dick is at full attention, I start riffling through my suitcase that's lying open. “Shoot.”
                  “Does anyone besides Mary Beth call you by your name?”
                  I grab a pair of sweatpants. “Not usually.”
                  “Why not?”
                  With a shrug, I start pulling them on. “I don't know. They just never have. I didn't know my name wasn't actually Rascal until I was almost four.”
                  “Okay, but you're Jody Eugene Lord, named after your grandfather.”
                  “More or less. Technically, Pa is Jody Christopher Lord because he was second born.”
                  “He was a twin.”
                  “The second twin.” Clearing my throat I sigh, “God rest his brother's soul. He died at two days old.”
                  “I know.” Jazz nods as I pull on a white t-shirt. “It's in the file.”
                  “Of course it is,” I groan. It takes everything in me not to ask mockingly if it has my dick size. “They have everything.”
                  “Almost,” she smugly replies. “But back to the Rascal thing. Your parents--”
                  “Please don't call them that.” I reach for my socks and running shoes. “They barely qualify.”
                  “Fine. What did they call you when you were in trouble?”
                  “When they spoke to me?” My question seems to blow her back a bit. “Have you not caught onto that yet? My so called parents barely acknowledge my existence. I didn't grow up in that house, which isn't something that's probably in your records given that the property is one address. I grew up here. My three brothers slept in their own rooms. Ate dinner at home. Had the blessings and goodnight love from the people who made them. Me? My room's on the left wing here. I ate dinner where we ate last night. And my goodnight came from my grandparents who treated me like their own son should've. I can count the memories I have in the other house on one hand. So...no they didn't call me by name when I was in trouble. They weren't around for it. Ma didn't like to call me Jody because that's Pa’s name. And Pa didn't like calling me Jody because he wanted me to stand out from my brothers.”
                  “Your parents abandoned you to your grandparents? How is that not in your file?”
                  “Guess they don't know everything,” I sneer. She folds her arms across her chest. “It wasn't something advertised. Outside of the family and maids, it's not something people knew.”
                  “What about your friends growing up?”
                  “What friends?” Jazz’s