Page 124 of Blade

Matlock continued, “To my granddaughter, Rebecca Lynn Washington, I leave my house and the bulk of my estate in the amount of 3.2 million dollars.”

My mouth fell open at the end of Matlock’s statement.

“ARE YOU SHITTING ME?” My mother launched herself out of her chair again. “She left her everything? Where the fuck did my mother get that kind of money?”

My mother turned to glare at me.

“I should have aborted you like I told him I did.”

My father moved so fast he had her by the throat and against the wall before anyone realized he had moved.

“You fucking bitch. You will not speak to my daughter that way.”

She was clawing at my father’s hands, as her face turned red.

I ran over to him, placing my hands on his arm.

“Please let her go. She isn’t worth it.”

My father looked at me as I pleaded with him to let her go. He dropped his hand from her throat, and she coughed, gasping to take in air.

“Get her the fuck out of here,” he barked at her husband.

Chris immediately jumped up and took her elbow, leading her from the room.

I put my arms around my father and asked him if he was ok as he held me tight.

“I should ask you that, baby girl.”

“Eh, I’m used to her. Though that’s the worst I’ve ever seen her act. She has a point, though. Where did Grams get all that money?”

“Stocks,” King announced.

“George,” Micah said at the same time.

“What?” I asked.

“Stocks, a club brother. He’s a wiz at the stock market. Stocks handles the club’s investments. Remember George Kaplen? From school? Turns out he wasn’t too mean to have friends, he was just socially awkward. But a fuckin’ genius with the stock market.”

“George? Wow! He never got better. He was always just unfriendly,” I said, remembering the little boy who I had tried to be friends with, I really did.

Micah laughed. “Yea, he still isn’t the friendliest, but he’s a brother in the club.”

“He handled Willow’s investments as well,” King stated.

“She never said a word to me,” I mumbled.

Micah walked over, pulling me from my father’s grasp.

“Looks like I got me a sugar mama.” He laughed as he kissed my hair.

My father growled.

“Oh relax, old man, I’ve got my own money. We all do.”

I took a deep breath.

The first I felt like I’d been able to take in weeks.

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