Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

But not answering the question, either.
I’d hurt them the most, and if they could get past this, then
I had a chance.
“You’re not my enemies,” I told everyone. “I don’t want
that.”
“Then what do you want?” Kai retorted.
I saw Michael open up the airplane to see the article that
was in the Post yesterday about the Throwback Night being
organized at The Cove this weekend, the old abandoned theme
park in Thunder Bay.
I knew they were interested in buying it. It was time.
“I want for us to get back to the plan,” I answered. “To run
things.”
We wanted Thunder Bay, and not just a resort. We wanted
everything. A whole seaside village as our little clubhouse.
But Kai just scoffed. “We were eighteen. With no clue of
the money or connections it was going to take.”
“We have money.”
“No, Rika has money,” Kai shot back. “We have our
parents.”
I inched forward. “I’ll control thirty-eight percent of the
hotels on the eastern seaboard, twelve television stations, and
enough land to start my own state if I want to.”
“When your father is dead,” Will pointed out.
Yeah. Which would happen sooner or later.
“You, Michael, and Kai can have the premier resort
destination in three years right here in Thunder Bay,” I
explained, “making it the new Hamptons and drawing the elite
of America’s major cities.”
“We wouldn’t even be able to get permits,” Michael told
me. “Your father and my father have had no trouble
convincing the mayor that any jobs a resort will create isn’t