Problem?
Me
No.
Cade
Welcome to the family, Silas.
Dad was fucking there.
Satisfaction spreads, ugly and sharp,through me.
Ugly and sharp because it shouldn't be so good, getting one up on my own father. And the fact he was there...
Then again, Dad fucking loves money and power, so of course he was.
I realize I'm doing what Daddy dearest has wanted all along—I'm taking control.
But I'm doing it in a way my father's going to hate the moment he finds out.
It's fucking glorious.
Silas
He's pretty fucking injured. What do you want me to do with this kid?
Me
Check him out. If he needs a real doctor, take him to one of your friends, stick a band-aid on him or whatever, and then put him to work.
Silas
And then what?
Me
And then we'll see what he's made of.
And if he touched my sister in a way no man should be touching a kid, I'll kill him myself.
Chapter Twenty-One
LOLA
Oh Lord.
I should be more energized after that get-together with Ruby and her million questions. But I'm not. That was two weeks ago, and even I know it's becoming weird that I'm not in the office.
Maybe "energized" is the wrong word.
Frustrated?
Or maybe a mixture of both.
I'd love to be back in the real world, and seeing my friend was wonderful, but more than just being in the world and having freedom, I want to go back to work. And not just because of the weirdness factor.
I want to be useful.
