Page 106 of Always Salty

My mouth fell open. “What?”

“Oh, that’s rich. Acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” She turned to Chester. “We should just kill her now.”

Now, where I believed that Chester wouldn’t hurt me, the same couldn’t be said for the woman.

She looked unhinged.

My sister.

Oh my god.

“We can’t kill her without getting access to her money first,” Chester said. “We deserve that much.”

Both of them turned to me then, and I had a sinking feeling in my gut. “What money?”

“The money in the trust that you got from daddy dearest.” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s just as much mine as it is yours.”

I scoffed.

That was long gone.

Had been since our grandfather had used it to fight lawyers to keep what little was left.

“And you owe some to me for having to deal with all this,” Chester said. “I’ve spent years and countless hours of my life getting to this point. Worked my ass off to become an FBI agent. Solved cases that were definitely a waste of my time. I deserved the money that her stepfather was going to leave to me. Then your boyfriend went and killed him, though I can’t fuckin’ prove it, before I could make him put me into his will, and now all that money goes to Natasha’s mother, who won’t share it.”

I shook my head. “I’m not tracking. I don’t know what either of y’all are talking about.”

Natasha sat down and leveled her gaze on me. “You really don’t know, do you?”

“No, I really don’t,” I admitted. “Please enlighten me before you kill me, or I’ll have to die being confused.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “We’re not going to kill you. We’re going to take all of your money, and then we’re going to make you have an accident. Probably involving a head or spinal injury.”

I think I might rather die…

“We have the same father,” Natasha said, gesturing from her to me.

I frowned, though I was able to get that much.

“My mother was married to Alexander Pettigrew.” She smiled, though it was a sour smile, as if her life had been tough and she didn’t want to admit it. “Alexander Pettigrew was my stepfather. Before you were born, my mother and your father had a one-night stand that ended with me.”

I blinked. “What?”

I hadn’t even realized that man had a child in his life.

Though, let’s be honest, I’d done everything that I could not to know anything about that man ever.

“Long story short, your father and mine refused to acknowledge me because I was a bastard. He paid Alexander to take care of me and keep me the hell away from y’all.” She laughed harshly. “Alexander abused me from the time that I can first remember. And this one.” She jerked her chin at Chester. “Well, he just likes my pussy and will do anything that I ask of him.”

I waited for Chester to deny it, and he didn’t.

I didn’t think anyone’s vagina could be that good, but apparently I was wrong.

Then again, Dima had killed someone for me.

Maybe it wasn’t ‘pussy’ as much as he loved her. She was just crude about it.

“Why, exactly, would you ruin your life to get money that I don’t even have?” I asked, aiming that question at Chester.

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