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“It’s old.”

“Old? I bought you the Mercedes less than five years ago.”

“Exactly. It’s old.”

“I’m not buying you a new car because you think a five-year-old Mercedes is beneath you.”

What happened to my parents? We grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. My dad was an electrician with his own business and my mom an office manager. I never wanted for anything growing up. We had enough.

So when Cash & the Sinners hit the top of the charts for the first time, I bought them a bigger house in a fancy neighborhood as a token of my appreciation for giving me everything I needed as a child. But since then, they’ve never had enough. How did I miss their greed? Their desire to have it all but not work for it?

“You will buy us a new car or we’ll sue.”

“Yeah? How did that work out for you last time?”

“Pretty well.”

Damn it. I should have never settled the case. I shouldn’t have listened to our manager who was worried about the band’s reputation. I should have fought them. Because now they think I’m a cash machine. They ring, and I dispense money.

I am done giving them money. I’ve been done giving them money for a while.

“Fine. Sue me. While the case is in court, I’ll stop your allowance.” And then I’ll make sure my lawyers delay and delay until my parents have to sell their ‘old’ Mercedes for money.

“This isn’t how a son should treat his parents.”

“Because suing a son for more money when you’re already living off him is how parents are supposed to treat their son?” I fire back.

“You don’t understand.”

“I understand perfectly. You and mom are greedy and lazy. I can’t believe you’re the same parents who raised me.”

I hang up the phone and block the number before slamming it on the table.

“I can’t believe those assholes.”

Jett shrugs. “They’re your parents.”

My nostrils flare and I fist my hands before I reach across the table and strangle him. His outlook on the situation is completely different than mine. Considering his background, it’s understandable. But he could support me for a change.

“Everything okay?” The waitress asks when she arrives and places our meals in front of us.

“Can I get a beer?” I ask.

She smiles. “Coming right up. Enjoy your meals.”

“Gibson,” Jett growls.

I throw up a hand. “No. I won’t have you dictating my life. Besides, it’s only one beer.”

Chapter 28

Bitch – a name you should never call Mercy

Mercy

I hesitate at the door to Gibson’s house. We agreed we’d meet up tonight but I haven’t heard from him since before lunch. Am I being a stage five clinger by coming to his house this way?

Whenever I’d question Zeke where he was when we were dating and he wouldn’t answer his phone for hours, he’d claim I was clinging. He couldn’t breathe because I was suffocating him.

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