Page 58 of Broken Daddy
He just shook his head. But she knew what he was thinking. That he had done some bad things. That he deserved to pay for them. But she knew him . . . desperation had drawn him to join the gang.
However, he’d never kill anyone. He’d never harm anyone who was an innocent. And he’d definitely never kill Marcus.
But neither of them could say anything. Not there.
“That quack lawyer should have gotten your sentence reduced,” was what she said instead.
Sixteen years. Ten without parole.
At least it wasn’t life without parole. The cops couldn’t prove a motive, and she was certain the lawyer could have used that to get the sentence reduced further.
All right, all of her law knowledge came from television, but it wasn’t hard to tell that asshole, Stein, hadn’t done the best job for her brother.
Rohan shook his head at her. “I know you want to believe the best in me. It’s your job. But I’m not a good guy, Dee-Dee.”
“Of course you are.”
He sighed, looking exhausted. “Prison changes you. The things you have to do to survive, they aren’t things I want you to know about.”
Her stomach tightened. She’d love to destroy that Alan Stein. She didn’t know how Sondra could be married to him. Sure, she was a bit self-involved but wasn’t a terrible person.
“You are not to go looking into any of this. It is not your job. You are not some amateur sleuth. Your job is to make gorgeous pottery and sell it to rich people for obscene amounts.”
“Oh, is that my job description is it?” she joked, trying to lighten the mood. She got to see him so rarely and she didn’t want this to become just doom and gloom.
“It is. Get free of this life, little sister. I couldn’t, but you’re a much better person than me.”
“You’re a good person too.”
“I think the fact that I’m in this place proves that statement to be untrue.”
Devi didn’t agree. “I love you. I always will. And I don’t care what you say, you’re the best big brother a girl could ask for.”
“I don’t think that’s true, unfortunately. Tell me what else is going on.”
An image of Hayes jumped into her mind but she was definitely not going to tell her brother about him.
That would only worry him.
And she definitely wasn’t going to tell him about that asshole attacking her outside the tavern. Or Vega being creepy at the trailer park.
Or Derick being his usual dick self.
Hmm. What could she tell him?
“Okay, that face tells me there is a lot going on. Spill.”
Shit. He always could read her like a book. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, you do. You have a terrible poker face.”
“I do not! I am a woman of mystery.”
He snorted. “When Derick used to grumble that someone had eaten the last piece of cake that mom baked, I always knew it was you.”
He never called their father anything but Derick anymore. Oh, or asshole. But never Dad or even Father.
Because he wasn’t much of one. He hadn’t come to any of Rohan’s court dates. Or visited him in jail.
