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“Go see her, you doofus.” He hangs up on me, leaving me to my thoughts. Ever since I found out the whole truth, I’ve been hellbent on dismantling every aspect of my father’s secrets.
Crucinda dissolved the De Vil-McKessonville Empire into CDV Fashions and sent me and my brothers checks for the company in liquidation. Her words still haunt me.
How dare she send us money and not return my calls or letters?
I’ve been trying out the nice way, and she’s ignoring me.
I can’t go see her. Not until I know my father is taken care of. Throwing the letter on top of the ten other letters I sent, I skulk into my office. Might as well go hunting for the man that’s caused all this heartache and guilt.
Looking at the clock, I wipe my eyes. Four-fifteen in the evening, and my phone is beeping at me. I yank my phone off the charger, only to get pissed. It’s not a message telling me my father has made it back to the States.
Unknown
You should have killed Crucinda and not gone digging.
A video comes through, and it’s of my pebble.
“Jason…”
My father comes into view and punches her. I roar in anger but keep watching. She pushes her shoulders back and sniffles. Giving him a death glare, she gulps and looks into the camera.
“Don’t come. It’s a trap.” She quickly begs me before I can hear my father calling her every name in the book.
The camera turns to my father. “You have two hours, or her remains are going to be spread across this fucking farm for these goddamn animals to eat.”
“No!” The phone goes black, and I look at the clock on my wall. Two hours to make it seven hours away. Fuck. Getting up from my desk, I pace back and forth, trying to figure out how to get to her. I guess it’s time to call in a favor.
Dialing my friend, whom I bailed out of jail once, I wait impatiently for them to answer the phone.
“McKessonville, you better be dying if you’re calling me on a Sunday.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Don’t ever change, Queenie. Listen, I need a favor. How fast can you get the chopper up and running?”
“Well, I can be to you in less than twenty minutes. I’m gonna be sleeping in her tonight.”
“Do I want to know?” Who knows what he gets up to now? He’s a damn wild card, for sure.
“No. Be ready, jackass.” The call ends, and I stand here, wondering about what if I don’t make it in time?
Taking a moment to send a text to my brother, I go over what I’m going to do. Joey will be behind me no matter what I choose to do. To think John would disagree with me is not setting well, but I want his blessing.
Me
He’s got Crucinda.
John
Do you need me?
Me
No. Queenie is going to fly me out. I’m going to end his life.
John
After every fucking thing he’s done, I don’t blame you. Do what you have to do. He’s dead to me, anyway.
Me
