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It’s a selfish thought, but when it comes to her, that’s exactly what I am.
Tired conversation drifts through the house as my mom and John come closer. Just as expected, I hear her footsteps on the stairs. When John doesn’t immediately come into the office, I’m worried this won’t work, but then I hear the freezer drawer shutting.
Right.He always has ice cream before bed. You’d think he’d want to get right to sleep, but apparently not.
With a sigh, I tap my fingers against my thigh. It only takes a few minutes before I finally hear him heading my way.
As the room is flooded with light, John steps in. His eyes immediately snap to mine, and the instant terror on his features fades to confusion.
“Wesley?”
I stand. “You look tired, John.”
“Been driving all day.” He rubs at his face. “What—what are you doing here?”
“You and I need to have a little chat. Let’s take a walk.”
“Wes, it’s the middle of the night. Can’t it wait?”
“No.” I pull back my unzipped leather jacket and slide my hands into my pants pockets. The simple action reveals the handle of my gun, which is nestled inside its holster. “It can’t.”
The color drains from John’s face. “What’s this about?”
“We’ll discuss that on our walk. Set down your briefcase and empty your pockets.”
He scoffs. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely.”
Existential crisis aside, stripping John of the power he’s held over me for years is like finally reaching the top of a mountain after a day-long hike. Fuck, it’s better. He’s reduced to nothing. All the money in the world can’t save him right now.
Nor can the videos.
Nor can his threats.
“You don’t want to do this,” John says. “You’ll never see a cent of the money your father meant for you if you continue like this.”
“Oh, you mean the trust fund that you were never supposed to get your slimy hands on?” My smirk widens. “You signed that account over to me on Monday morning. Paperwork was on Howard’s desk first thing.”
Howard, the man who handles all my parents’ finances—and the man who’ll happily look the other way if you give him the right incentive. It’s not like he’ll get into any legal trouble. Thanks to Char, on paper, it looks like John really did sign over the account.
“What?” John sputters. “How—”
“Stop stalling.”
All I have to do is place my hand on my gun for John to comply. He sets his bag on the floor before slowly pulling everything out of his pockets.
“Now strip,” I tell him. “You can keep your briefs on, though. I’ve seen enough of your dick to last a thousand lifetimes.”
“You only saw a few seconds of that video.”
“Like I said, enough for a thousand lifetimes. Now take your clothes off.”
“What was the point of having me empty my pockets, then?!”
I shrug. “The fun of it.”
John pulls off his clothes and tosses them into a heap on the ground. I can see the gears turning in his brain. He’s still trying to find a way out of this.
