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Cyrus Reed wants his head.
And I can’t think of a better way to spend my day than at his funeral.
How the hell has he lasted this long?
“Your father called me yesterday, frantic. He wishes to see you,” the sleazebag drawls out.
I have never met the guy, but anyone who would represent my father has to be the scum of the earth.
“I don’t give a crap what he wants,” I hiss.
“Please—”
I hang up the phone... okay, more like slam it back down onto the receiver.
No matter how often this guy calls me for my father, I have nothing to say to the ass. Moving forward, I’ll screen my calls better.
My dad lost the privilege to speak to me when he tried to sell my sister off in a game of high-stakes poker.
There’s no coming back from what he did.
No apologies. No actions could ever make it okay.
There will be no redemption for him. No amount of money is worth his unforgivable sin. The bastard should have offered his own life first.
I’ll never understand how he could do it. Not just how he could leverage and lose all our assets.
No. That’s just money, and in the grand scheme of life, that doesn’t matter. The part that keeps me up at night is how the hell he could do what he did to my sister.
He put Ivy on the chopping block. How was that even an option in his head?
But it doesn’t matter because that man, my father, died that day. As far as I’m concerned, I haven’t had a father in the past two years. I haven’t spoken to him since we had him arrested.
The “we” being myself and Cyrus Reed. My brother-in-law. His associates helped, too. Men who’ve become my clients.
We didn’t give the bastard any warning. Stacked evidence of his crimes like they were bricks, and we were looking to build him a new home in hell.
We ruined him.
It’ll be a hundred fucking years before he takes a step as a free man unless he pulls strings, which we’ve made nearly impossible. Stripped away any power he possessed—and his willpower in the process.
If by some miracle he manages to get out, we will be here waiting for him. Waiting to strike him down like the scum he is.
The phone rings again.
I ignore it.
A part of me wonders if he is reaching out to me to help him on his quest. He can try all he wants. I wouldn’t help him if the fate of the world laid in his hands. So, regardless of whatever bullshit he intends on spewing, my father is dead to me.
Fine by me.
Swiveling my chair to face the windows, I stare outside.
At five o’clock in the morning, darkness still bathes the city.
The only lights that illuminate the sky comes from the buildings. There are no stars.
Which throws my mind into high gear. Why would my father’s lawyer call me this early? The thought weasels past my barriers before I can stop it.
