Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I sat down, my eyes wary.
“Sign into your bank,” he ordered.
“No, thank you.” I smiled serenely.
His eyes narrowed, and his hand fisted, as if he was about to really fuck me up. But then he shifted, and all of the anger drained out of his face.
“If you don’t do what I’m asking, I’m going to make you wish you did,” he warned, his eyes narrowed and blank.
That fear never came.
Because he wasn’t very scary.
He had no clue what scary was.
Honestly, as I stared at him, I wondered if he would even be able to hurt me.
He didn’t look like it.
Then again, people surprised you sometimes…
“You stupid motherfucker!” I heard roared as a woman barreled into the building, hands waving in the air. “We had a fucking plan!”
“Natasha, that plan was taking too long.” He turned his angry eyes to me. “I’ve waited years for this chance. I’m done waiting. I got let go yesterday, and I want to move.”
I frowned, wondering what the hell they were talking about.
“And now I have to take all those goddamn cats back because you didn’t do a good enough job getting rid of them!” she snarled.
Whoa.
What in the hell was going on here?
But with her saying cats, I knew exactly who she was.
Natasha Leo.
Her angry eyes turned to me then, and I nearly gasped.
Those eyes.
I knew those eyes.
I stared at those eyes in the mirror every morning.
I looked back to Chester, and looked at him harder.
Was I related to them?
Proving that she was well adept at reading expressions, she pointed at me.
“Yes, you should know me.” She narrowed her eyes. “I’m your sister after all.”
If I wasn’t in a chair with sides, I would’ve fallen straight out of it at her words.
My mouth fell open. “What?”
“Oh, that’s rich. Acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” She turned to Chester. “We should just kill her now.”
Now, where I believed that Chester wouldn’t hurt me, the same couldn’t be said for the woman.
She looked unhinged.
My sister.
Oh my god.
“We can’t kill her without getting access to her money first,” Chester said. “We deserve that much.”
Both of them turned to me then, and I had a sinking feeling in my gut. “What money?”
“The money in the trust that you got from daddy dearest.” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s just as much mine as it is yours.”
I scoffed.
That was long gone.
Had been since our grandfather had used it to fight lawyers to keep what little was left.
“And you owe some to me for having to deal with all this,” Chester said. “I’ve spent years and countless hours of my life getting to this point. Worked my ass off to become an FBI agent. Solved cases that were definitely a waste of my time. I deserved the money that her stepfather was going to leave to me. Then your boyfriend went and killed him, though I can’t fuckin’ prove it, before I could make him put me into his will, and now all that money goes to Natasha’s mother, who won’t share it.”
I shook my head. “I’m not tracking. I don’t know what either of y’all are talking about.”
Natasha sat down and leveled her gaze on me. “You really don’t know, do you?”
“No, I really don’t,” I admitted. “Please enlighten me before you kill me, or I’ll have to die being confused.”
Natasha rolled her eyes. “We’re not going to kill you. We’re going to take all of your money, and then we’re going to make you have an accident. Probably involving a head or spinal injury.”
I think I might rather die…
“We have the same father,” Natasha said, gesturing from her to me.
I frowned, though I was able to get that much.
“My mother was married to Alexander Pettigrew.” She smiled, though it was a sour smile, as if her life had been tough and she didn’t want to admit it. “Alexander Pettigrew was my stepfather. Before you were born, my mother and your father had a one-night stand that ended with me.”
I blinked. “What?”
I hadn’t even realized that man had a child in his life.
Though, let’s be honest, I’d done everything that I could not to know anything about that man ever.
“Long story short, your father and mine refused to acknowledge me because I was a bastard. He paid Alexander to take care of me and keep me the hell away from y’all.” She laughed harshly. “Alexander abused me from the time that I can first remember. And this one.” She jerked her chin at Chester. “Well, he just likes my pussy and will do anything that I ask of him.”
I waited for Chester to deny it, and he didn’t.
I didn’t think anyone’s vagina could be that good, but apparently I was wrong.
Then again, Dima had killed someone for me.
Maybe it wasn’t ‘pussy’ as much as he loved her. She was just crude about it.