I wasn’t enthusiastic about handing half my money to anyone… especially the man who stole Natalie. Liz closed the distance between her and her charge, wrapped a thick arm around his midsection, hauled him over her shoulder, and walked out the door. Mom and Son I’m bored, and I’m fucking done playing in the little leagues!”
“So, when my lawyers couldn’t figure out a way around the will and told me I was shit out of luck, I decided if I couldn’t have the money, I’d take whatever else of yours I could get my hands on.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. Natalie’s just the beginning.”
“But why?” I asked again. “Tyler clocked you pretty hard with that glass.”
“That’s what that was?” I asked as I realized half my hair and part of my shirt were drenched in alcohol. Upton’s premises.”
It was Tyler’s turn to glare back at us with a clenched fist and jaw. “I go where you go.”
“Good deal,” I said, sitting in Shaggy’s chair across from the couch where the poor bald guy still managed to snooze through Natashya’s prodding. She’s not an impressive lay, but since you’re so hung up on her, maybe hearing about it will almost be as good as the real thing!” He chuckled and took another sip.
