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For the first time, Nelso smiled. “That could work. I’m impressed, RJ. I thought you was full of shit. But that could work. We get in, we get out. Nobody will know a thing.”

“Right,” said RJ.

But what about their father, Everly thought as she listened to the conversation.How could RJ do that to their own father?

But as she continued to listen, her thought process changed completely.

“About the money,” said RJ. “That’s your part of the bargain.”

“We got you covered. As agreed.”

“And that agreement is?”

“Five million up front seed money,” said Nelso.

Everly was shocked.Five million dollars? What in the world was RJ getting himself into?

“And after the job is done?” asked RJ.

“After its all said and done,” said Nelso, “you will receive the rest. Five-hundred-million in your overseas account as agreed. You will receive your half-a-billion-dollar payment in full.”

When Everly heard the actual amount RJ was slated to receive, she nearly dropped her phone.Half a billion dollars? She was floored. Was her brother insane?

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

It looked like a miniature mansion to Frankie, compared to Robert’s full-sized mansion, but Robert described it as simply the house he lived in when he first purchased the Admirals. When they got out of the car and went inside, he watched as Frankie looked around.

“What do you think?” he asked her.

“It’s beautiful,” she said. She didn’t understand why it mattered what she thought. Was he going to sell it and wanted to know if it lacked something a buyer might pick up on? Then she realized a man like Robert wouldn’t be worried about selling some house. But if not, why were they there?

She turned to him as they stood in the middle of the family room. “What’s this about, Robert?” she asked him.

“I want you to move in here,” he said to her.

Frankie looked at him as if she didn’t hear him correctly. Was this man saying what she thought she heard him say? Did he respect her at all? “You wantmeto move in here?”

“That’s right.”

“Why would I. . . Okay, I’m confused. I have my own place.”

“You rent an apartment. It’s hardly your place.”

“As long as I pay rent, it’s mine.”

“And it’s in an unsafe area.”

Frankie frowned. “No it’s not.”

“I was told that it is.”

Now she was getting hot. “You were told wrong,” she said.

“I was assured that apartment complex is not in a good neighborhood.”

“Why? Because it’s a predominantly black neighborhood?”

Robert’s expression changed. One thing he did not tolerate was anybody assuming him to be racist. “Hell no!” he said angrily. “And you know it.”

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