Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“I seriously couldn’t give less than a fuck,” I admitted as I caught Brawny’s leash in my hand and threw the bag over the opposite shoulder. “But she needs to pay me back for everything that she stole from me. And this.” I lifted Brawny’s leash. “This is the final straw. You’ll never guess who had cameras and recorded the whole thing.”
The lie was a big one, but he didn’t know that it was a lie, and clearly reacted the way I expected him to.
Dad’s lips thinned. “She didn’t understand what she was doing.”
He damn well knew that Birdee was responsible. They all did.
“She knew exactly what she was doing,” I scoffed as I closed the door of my truck with my hip. “But we already knew that she was a bitch, and a vindictive bitch at that.”
“Don’t talk about your sister like that.”
I stopped and looked at him then. “Dad, or maybe I should start calling you Tom? Get a fucking clue, Tom. Your ‘daughter’ is a piece of shit. She is manipulative, conniving, and doesn’t care who she hurts to get what she wants. There’s not a single person in three counties that fucking likes her, and the only reason you do is because you like her mother’s disgusting vagina. A woman, might I add, that you met while she was supposed to be taking care of my dying mother.” I turned more fully to him then. “Did you sleep with her while my mother was dying in the hospital bed in your marital room? Did you think about anyone but yourself in that moment?”
Dad’s eyes bulged out, and he opened his mouth like a guppy for a few seconds before he decided on anger.
“You don’t have the right to question my life choices.”
I ignored him and walked toward the door, but his parting comment had me turning fully toward him once again.
“I’ll take back every single cent of that inheritance.”
I narrowed my eyes and said, “You could try, Dad. I already have a really great lawyer, so maybe you’ll need to find one that can stand up for your shitty morals. He’ll have to be shady, though.”
“If you go through with this farce of a lawsuit, you’ll no longer be my child.”
I rolled my shoulders to ease out some of the stiffness before turning back toward the door and opening it. I did leave him a parting shot as I said, “Tom, you lost your daughter years ago, and you didn’t even know it.”
The door closed behind Brawny and me, but I could still hear his car as he tried to pull out of the parking lot and failed.
Dummy.
He knew better than to rush in the snow. Plus, his fancy car wasn’t made to deal with the environment.
“What was that about?”
I looked up to find Grace behind the counter filling out paperwork, but she had a look of concern on her face that made my shoulders release the rest of the tension. “He’s an asshole.”
I told her about the rest of the words my dad had spewed, and she got up and hugged me.
“Sometimes when bad people get a hold of good people, their brains can’t comprehend the bad.”
Whatever the reason, my dad was now in my rearview mirror.
No longer was I going to trust him with anything in my life. Not my dog. Not my heart. Not even my time.
To say that my workout was a disaster would be an understatement.
And when I got done, the last thing I wanted to do was talk to all the guys as I gave out all the food that I’d made earlier.
When I got into the office, I placed all the food on the table in the middle of the room then went to the back of the room and put on my noise canceling headphones.
I sat like that, in the back of the room, until the boss came in looking frazzled.
I slipped one earphone off my ear and waited.
He didn’t take long.
He crossed over to the food and took a bagel sandwich out and bit into it. Egg juices went everywhere, including his shirt, which only seemed to piss him off more.
“Any of you have any fuckin’ idea why the big boss is calling me in today?”
No one said anything.
“Great,” he grumbled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his chest and big belly down. “Just what I want to do. Get yelled at. Just fuckin’ great.”
He walked out without handing out any assignments, which we all assumed meant that we were back where we were yesterday. Which fuckin’ sucked, because that meant that I was in the grappler again, and let’s just say that my head already hurt from yesterday.
I didn’t complain, though, just picked up my shit for lunch and headed out.