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“Their bank account with a giant hole in it,” he finished.
“I just put fifty grand in there,” I said, clearly seeing the deposit on the ledger. Above it were five withdrawals in increments just below ten thousand.
“See what I mean? Giant hole.”
“The pending withdrawals will overdraft them.” A slew of pending transactions ended with a negative account balance beside the electric bill.
I opened the banking app on my phone and transferred another fifty thousand.
“Damn. Remind me if I ever need a quick fifty G to call you.”
The transaction appeared on the refreshed webpage, but I wasn’t sure it would hit before all the withdrawals.
“You should’ve done something about this,” I said.
“I just found out about three seconds before you got here.” He scowled. “Don’t take out your marital problems on me.”
“I don’t have marital problems,” I growled, tugging on the collar of my sweater.
“Oh no? Then why is your wife getting a text from one Rodrigo Suarez at four in the morning?” he challenged.
“How should I know?” Was nine in the morning too early for the hard stuff? Because the longer my brother kept talking, the more I needed something to steady my skyrocketing temper.
“You should’ve been in bed with her.” He shuddered. “I don’t want to think about that.”
“Is there a point to this?”
“You need to get your dick checked.”
To hell with what time it was. I stalked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I did a few months ago.” I tossed back a healthy swallow of the liquid fire.
“Do it again.”
“I appreciate your concern over my health—”
“He’s a male whore.”
I slammed the glass on the marble countertop. “That doesn’t mean Mulaney’s fucked him,” I shouted.
“Does ‘I miss you’ sound like they haven’t fucked?”
“Why are you reading her texts?Howare you reading her texts?” I tightened my grip on the tumbler, itching to hurl it. I’d had enough of Drew’s unfounded accusations against Mulaney. Warning bells went off in my head. If anyone was acting duplicitous, it was him.
“She stole money from our family company. Seemed likely there’d be some evidence on her phone,” he said, far too rationally for my liking.
“She didn’t take the money.” I knew she didn’t, even with all the things stacked against her. Instead of digging further into the mess last night, I’d believed we could start to solve our problems in the sack, a serious error in judgment on my part.
“We don’t know she didn’t.” He joined me by the bar and pried the glass out of my hand, pouring another round. Instead of offering it to me, he drained it himself. “She opened some of those offshore accounts after you got married, so technically they’re yours too.”
“Mulaney didn’t open them. She thought I did, but I didn’t know anything about them.”
He offered me the bottle. “I wasn’t insinuating you did. But you’d have access to them since you’re married, right?”
“I don’t give a damn,” I shouted. “She didn’t take the money. She isn’t fucking prostitutes or Dad.” I nearly choked on the last words. The thought of them, that I’d even let Drew tell me that garbage, made me nauseated.
He held up both hands in surrender. “If you say so.”
I slammed the bottle on the bar and got in his face. “Not another word.”
