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“I don’t steamroll people. I interrogate them. If you wish, I can drag you down to the station for an interrogation.”
No way in hell is he dragging me to the station. Soleil will get word and call me a child again. Not happening. “On what charges?”
“I’ll think of something.” He nods toward Miller. “Or you can let him punch you.”
“Or you can answer the question.” Elder presses a shot glass into my hands.
“This is some bullshit,” I mutter before drinking the gin.
“Soleil thinks I don’t have any money. She thinks I live off my trust fund. I want her to know I bought the materials with my own money and built the shed with my own hands.”
“What does this have to do with you being afraid?” Riley asks.
“She claims I don’t have enough money to pay her rent, even though I offered to pay.”
“I’m confused. Is anyone else understanding this?” Elder asks.
I jump to my feet. “I want Soleil to know I’m a success. I don’t want her to think I’m a trust fund baby.”
“Okay. How are you going to become a success?” Riley asks.
“Become a success?” I shout.
His brow furrows. “Um, yeah?”
I pound my chest. “I am a success. I founded a software game company worth millions of dollars. My net worth is more than ten million.”
With a start, I realize I’m not lying. My company is a success. And has been for a while. There was no reason to wait to tell my brothers.
“Hold on. I thought you played video games for a living,” Riley says.
“Yeah. Don’t you play games on behalf of other people who don’t have time to get their tokens or whatever it’s called?” Elder asks.
“I don’t play video games for a living. I develop video games.”
Peace scratches his chin. “Why does no one know about this?”
“Because I wanted to wait until I was a success to share it with my brothers. Because I wanted my brothers to be proud of me for a change. Instead of calling me a baby.”
“But you are the baby,” Elder insists.
“I’m the youngest of the family. I’m not a fucking baby. I’m tired of everyone calling me a child and underestimating me.”
“Then, maybe you should show people your bank account,” Riley suggests.
“It’s not about the money.”
“Dude, you’re worth ten million. It is about the money.”
“Holy crap.” Peace holds up his phone. “Have none of you googled your brother before?”
“Give me.” Miller snatches the phone from Peace.
Elder reads over Miller’s shoulder. “Your company was named as one of the fastest growing software companies last year.”
“I’m kind of a genius,” I say.
Riley smacks my shoulder. “We know you’re a genius.”
