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“You know what I want.”
Corey shrugged, smirking. “Well, you know what I want.”
His jaw clenched, yet he forced himself to keep his hands loose and not fisted; otherwise, he’d be sorely tempted to throw a punch.
“Please tell me you didn’t sell your half of the bar to that witch.”
Corey leaned against the doorjamb, folding his arms. He wore nothing but boxers, another clear indication Brick woke him up. The least he could’ve done was throw some clothes on. He still wore a sleazy smirk that he wanted to wipe off with a strong right hook.
“I’m waiting on the papers.”
“Why would you do this? Why would you even consider selling your half?”
“Why do you even care? It’s not like I’ve had a say in anything you’ve done to the place. It ain’t my bar.”
Brick ground his teeth, carefully thinking his next words. “I’ve sent you your portion of proceeds. I always split that shit down the middle. I’ve even emailed you whenever I wanted to change something around. You never respond. That’s not on me.”
“Yeah, love getting communication from my brother via email.”
“At least I haven’t completely ignored you. That woman is trying to ruin my relationship. You’re going to help her if you sell your half of the bar. What did she offer you?”
“None of your damn business.”
“Don’t do it, Corey.”
“Give me the ring and I won’t.”
Damn it. Brick knew it would come to this. It always came down to their grandmother’s ring.
“I can’t do that. I gave it to Jezebelle, my future wife.”
“Grandma promised me the ring. She should’ve never given it to you.”
“You stole from her,” Brick nearly shouted, but managed to rein in his emotions. “You know why she didn’t end up giving it to you.”
“I didn’t take her shit. I would never do that. Why can’t you believe me?” Corey didn’t hold back as Brick had. He shouted, standing up straight. His hands fisted, his lips thinning.
Shit. They were getting precariously close to getting into a full-out brawl. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened.
That’s not what she had told him when she had given him the ring.
I’m so disappointed in Corey. He took money from me. I had five thousand hiding in my closet and he stole it. I’ve always given you boys everything you’ve ever wanted. To do that to me, I just don’t understand. I promised him this ring, but I can’t give it to him now. He doesn’t deserve it. You do, Rick.
In addition to the ring, she had given him his grandfather’s pocket watch that he wore until the day he died. He had always loved that watch, listening to the story of how he obtained it. Saving a man’s life while backpacking in Europe. It had almost been a tragic accident. The man got pushed into busy traffic and his grandfather managed to get him out of the way before a car hit him. His grandfather always swore the man had been a prince or something. Royalty of the highest order. Brick doubted that part, but it was nice to think it was real.
He was always promised the watch. Corey had been promised the ring.
Brick ended up getting both.
So started the hatred and animosity between brothers.
“You want me to keep my half of the bar? You don’t want me signing those papers? Then you give me the ring.”
The door slammed in his face.
Well, at least Corey hadn’t thrown a punch. He wasn’t sure how he would’ve explained a black eye or other injuries to Jezebelle.
Now what did he do?
