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“Chris, what–”
“The money in that file goes to Renee and Jack, not you, and since Jack’s coming with us, the money comes, too. Step down.”
Nope. Bravery wins. “You’ve lost your damn mind, Chris! There’s no money. But hey, help yourself to the debt, dumbass.”
My dad lived check to check. He definitely didn’t have cash hidden away, and I know that with every fiber of my being, because if he did, he’d make damn sure Jack and I had it before he died.
He loved his sisters – he was one ofthosepeople who loved despite them fucking him over time and time again – but love or not, family or not, anything he had always went to his kids. There’s nothing Chris can say that’d convince me otherwise.
“He told Renee,” Chris argues. “Before he died, he told her he’d send the papers. You blocked it, but that money’s for her. I won’t ask you twice, bitch. Step down.”
“There’s no money!” I slam my hands on his chest when he steps too close. “And even if there was, no way in hell would the courts give it to his sister when he has children. It doesn’t work that way, you dumb shit. Maybe next time you should finish your GED before you think you can outsmart me.”
His gaze snaps over my shoulder, and when I follow, Bobby’s eyes lock onto mine. He was smiling, but taking in the scene in front of him, it turns to a narrow glare.
Chris steps back as soon as Bobby’s walk turns to a run. “You can’t outsmart me, bitch.” He turns to his bike. “His children need to be alive and mentally functional. If they aren’t, then Renee’s next up.” He winks and swings his leg over the bike. “And if that doesn’t work out, then maybe your rich boyfriend will shell out a few dollars to keep his live-in pussy around. Plan A, plan B, plan fucking Z, they all end with us holding the cash.” He kickstarts the motorcycle and skids out of the parking lot at the same moment Bobby reaches my side.
“Babe?” He slings his arm over my shoulder and pulls me in tight. Did Chris really just threaten me, or was he just being a dick? A dick with poorly chosen words. And how does he know Bobby and I live together?
Bobby squeezes me again. “Babe? You’re shaking. Who the fuck was that?”
Adrenaline fires through my body and leaves me a shaking mess. Bobby’s jaw flexes with anger and his arms squeeze me almost painfully. “That… was Chris.”
“Chris?” His eyes search mine in confusion. “The guy Jack fought that time?”
I nod.
“What did he say? Why are you shaking?”
I genuinely have no idea what to tell him. I don’t want to tell him Chris scared me. That would only piss Bobby off, and a raging Bobby isn’t something I can deal with right now. I have my own emotions to deal with. “He, ah… he suggested I drop my lawyers. Apparently, my dad and Renee had an agreement about money. They’re looking to collect from the estate.”
“What the fuck, baby? If there’s money, they won’t be getting it!”
“You think I don’t know that? But there is none, Bobby. There’s no money. There’s no way, absolutely no way in hell he’d leave me holding the bill for a funeral if he had money hidden away. That’s just not who my dad was.”
His eyes turn unbearably sad. “You paid for the funeral yourself? You lost your dad, had to take your brother in, and had to finance it all? By yourself?”
“Bobby, focus.” I don’t need to be discussing my finances with him. I’m not broke, but in direct comparison to him, I feel pathetic.
“I am focused, babe! I know how much funerals cost. It almost ruined my mom when she had to bury my dad. So, there’s nothing? Absolutely nothing left for you?”
“No! There’s nothing but bills and a teenager. Does that make you think poorly of me?”
His head snaps back as though I hit him. “Think poorly of you? No baby, never. The very opposite. I was already in awe of everything you’re dealing with, but to take on complete financial burden as well? You’re the strongest woman I know.” His hands come up to my chin. “But, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I brush him off. “I’ve mourned, and I’m too busy to not be okay.”
“No, honey. You haven’t mourned. Not yet. But that’s not what I meant. I meant, are you okay financially? Can I help you?”
Fury fills my every limb as I snap my chin from his hold. Humiliation burns all over. Bobby thinks I need his money. “No, I don’t need your fucking money! Is that what you think this is?” I gesture with my hand between us. “You think I’m dating you for your money?” I’m practically screaming at him. I’m such a bitch.
“What? No! That’s not what I said.”
“Maybe I sought you out from the beginning, put on the innocent act, played hard to get, all with the intention of recouping my dad’s funeral expenses?”
“Babe, stop! That’s not what I–”
“No Bobby, you’re probably right. I’m poor as fuck, and I have a kid who won’t stop eating. Maybe if I suck your cock, you’ll write me a check like some common whore.” I hate myself. I hate every single venomous word that escapes my mouth.
