Page 166 of Thorns of Malice

We're both quiet for a minute.

Dick breaks the silence. "We can tie him up in some legal paperwork to keep him out of the house, but I'm pretty sure he's going to have another attorney contacting me today. At least, that's what he threatened, and I don't think he was bluffing."

"Okay. What about a restraining order," I question.

"On what grounds?"

"He threatened to kill me, as well as Ivy, last night. I had five security guards there who can all attest to it."

"I can work with that," Dick confirms.

"Good. Do it. And add one on Avery too. I'm not taking any chances with Ivy."

Dick asks, "Did Avery make threats as well?"

"Sure she did."

Dick chuckles. "Why do I not believe you?"

"She did," I insist.

"You have a witness who can corroborate?"

I grunt. "I'm sure the spa manager will be more than willing to say she heard it, in exchange for a college fund for her kid."

Dick's voice lowers. "Good. Grease her, and I'll do the rest."

"Tell me when it's done so I can make it public," I order and hang up, feeling giddy. My day's just begun, but it looks like it's going to be a really good one.

I open files on my computer, and, one by one, I go through all the subsidiaries of Carrington Enterprises. I log in to bank accounts and turn off all stock distributions. Nothing states I have to pay dividends. It only states who is entitled to any that are paid out. Then, I click on the main Carrington Enterprises account.

I stop all transfers into Avery's and Cooper's accounts. I press the intercom.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Carrington?" Michelle answers.

"I need a letter written stating there will be no more stock distributions from Carrington Enterprises until further notice. Address one to my sister and one to Cooper. Send it to me for my approval as soon as it's written," I instruct.

"Yes, Mr. Carrington," she replies.

I hang up, a huge grin on my face.

My siblings won't have any income coming in. They'll have whatever is left in their trust funds, but I already know Avery's is almost gone. Cooper's is just a matter of time.

My cell phone rings. I glance at it and smile. I let it ring several times and finally answer it, turning around to stare at the ocean again. "Mr. Winston, how are you doing this morning?"

Bobby's dad barks, "Who the fuck do you think you are? You need to reverse this!"

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," I say, claiming the same innocence I always have.

"We're meeting today," he demands.

"Sorry, my schedule's full."

"This isn't one of your games, Dax. I mean it. We're meeting today."

I wait a moment, then reply, "No, not today. I'll give you a few minutes when my schedule clears."

"Dax—"

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