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“I should have.” He chuckles. “I’ve been trying to convince Greg to destroy the asshole that beat him up. I’m fully prepared to bury him, but Greg’s not talking.”
“How would you bury him?” I ask curiously.
“I’m a cop at San Francisco PD.”
I internally cringe. “Right. That makes sense.”
Fuck! Greg is not at all the spineless asshole I thought he was. Lucy said he manipulated her without her knowing it, and that’s exactly what he’s doing to Tye. I should have been more focused on what Lucy said about her ex, especially now I know it’s Greg. But when I found out she was referring to my stepbrother, I spiraled and never really reconciled the two people as being one and the same.
“Whoever did it deserves everything coming to him,” Tye continues, as I try not to appear unnerved. “So if you could help me convince Greg, that’d be great.” He smiles like he’s proud while I hold back vomit.
“I’ll try my best,” I say with another fake grin.Motherfucker.
“Okay, big bro, we’ll leave you be. Have a good evening. I’ll be seeing you.” He smirks at me before walking away, and my insides squirm.What the fuck was that?Actually, I know the answer. That was my warning. Give Greg the money, or Tye gets what he so desperately wants.I’m screwed.
It’s almost ten p.m. when I hear the knock I’ve been expecting since Greg and Tye drove away.
“Change your mind, big bro?” Greg asks when I answer the door.
“Nope. Your threats mean nothing to me.”
“Okay, that’s fair. But does this?”
He hands me a piece of paper, which on inspection is an official statement outlining what happened when Iallegedlyattacked himunprovokedand a request for a restraining order. All that’s missing is the name of the accused…me. And a signature.Jesus, this guy doesn’t mess around.
“Won’t take much for me to file that. It’s all ready to go. Tye helped me with the wording. Says he knows what to say to ensure it’s taken more seriously.”
My body stiffens and I close my eyes, trying to block out the need I have to kick his ass. When I open them again, Greg’s glaring at me. Waiting for a response.
“The money’s all for Katie?” I ask, calmer than I feel.
“Yep, all of it. Well, as I mentioned, a lot will go to a better house, but that’s for her in the long run.”
I sigh in resignation. I can’t get him out of her life, but I can make sure he’s got the means to make it better. “It’ll be in your account by morning.”
Greg shakes his head before pointing to my pocket. “Get out your phone. Transfer it now.”
What?“Come on. I can’t transfer that kind of money on an app.”
“I’ll come with you to the bank. I trust you about as far as I can throw you, and I’d be lucky to lift you up.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s ten fucking p.m., Greg. Banks aren’t open. You’ll get your money.”
He stares at me for a moment—looking for some kind of answers—then nods. “I’ll be back if I don’t. You’ve got a lot riding on this. An arrest won’t look good for your rep.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that. I’m doing this for Lucy and Katie.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” He smirks.
Ignoring him, I turn to close the door, moving quickly so I don’t punch him again. “Goodbye,brother.”
“Pleasure doing business with you,” he rushes out as the door shuts in his face.
Fuck you.
As promised, I call my bank the next morning to arrange the money transfer, and hate myself the entire time. In all of twenty minutes, I signed over more money than Greg’s had in his lifetime, and I’m almost certain he’s going to fuck up.
You wouldn’t think it was that easy to hand over five hundred grand to someone else, but since I’ve made a transfer to him once before, it’s a painless process. If you don’t count the pain in my chest.
