Page 114 of His to Ruin

Jim’s gaze flits from the paper in his hand to me. With a nod in understanding he continues, “Caleb, I’m sure you’re aware that your grandmother made a will before her passing.”

I knew but I keep my expression neutral.

“In the event of your grandmothers death you are set to inherit her estate and any funds that she may have had held. I don’t know if you are aware of this as you were very young at the time, but when your parents passed away their estate was passed on to you which your grandmother was holding in a Trust Fund until you come of age. It was your grandmothers wish for her house to be sold and any remaining funds to be added into the Trust Fund. We value the total to be just shy of 1.2 million dollars.”

“1.2 million?” I ask wearing a shocked expression.

That’s more than enough for me and Saint to start up our own night clubs.

Jim continues to read as I digest that.

“Furthermore. You’re grandmother has named Mr Garo as your legal guardian in the event of her death. This is to remain in place until your twenty-first birthday.”

“You mean eighteen.” I say forcefully.

“No sir. The agreement made between your grandmother and Mr Garo was that he was to remain your legal guardian until you turn twenty-one. It is then that you will receive the funds from your Trust Fund.”

I turn to Eric. Rage building inside of me. Son of a bitch.

“That wasn’t our agreement, Eric.” I say through clenched teeth.

“That was the agreement your grandmother wanted, Caleb. That was what I signed on to.”

Fucking bastard. He knows that our agreement was only to be until I turned eighteen. Now he’s going to be fucking controlling everything I do for the next three years of my life. FUCK!!!

Eric continues, “And in those three years that you will be living with me you will do your duty as a part of the Garo family, Caleb.”

“Three years.” I ask beginning to shake.

“Did I stutter boy?”

“What the fuck do you mean three years. I’ll be eighteen in three months which means I am of legal age. I can manage my own affairs.”

“If I may, Mr Garo?” Jim cuts in, opening another file but instead I look at Saint who seems pleased by this news.

Jim slides a piece of paper over to me but I refuse to look at it.

“As you can see the papers been already been signed by your grandmother and Mr Garo, Caleb. You are to be immediately placed in Mr Garo’s care until your twenty-first birthday. Failure to do so will forfeit the Trust Fund.

You mother fucker.

“I thought you would be happy son. Isn’t this what you wanted? For you and Saint to finally be brothers? To be a permanent member of this family now you have none left of your own?” Eric asks smugly.

He has me over a fucking barrel and he knows it. This is not what I wanted. I wanted to be my own man, making a life for myself. Not to live by the Garo way for the rest of my life looking over my shoulder.

“It’s done, Caleb. The sooner you except that the better.” Eric says getting up from his chair buttoning his suit jacket, “Now if there is nothing further Jim, I have another meeting to attend.” Standing up Jim and his assistant attorney take their leave as Jono leads them out the door.

If I don’t leave right now, I’ll wreck this fucking place.

As soon as they’re leave I’m off my seat and out the door taking two steps at a time up the stairs until I reach my room slamming the door behind me with such force it almost comes off the hinges.

“What the hell,” I hear Lexy yell. She’s right about the walls in this place being paper thin. I’ve had to cover my ears to the sound of Saint fucking someone in his room all week.

My whole body tenses.

Fisting my hair I try to calm the booming beat of my heart. I’m going to lose it. The rage, the sadness, and the loss combined with everything that’s happened in the past week threatens to take me under to a place where there is no return.

My fingers itch to hurt someone, anyone. To make them bleed, plunging my knife deep into a chest ripping out their soul for the reaper to take. I want to make them hurt the way I’m hurting because that’s all I am. Pain and death has rooted itself deep in my veins. Any happiness I felt in my life lasts only for a fleeting moment before death came for them all away.

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