Page 11 of The Wrong Guy

ANDREAS: I will be there at the office

After putting on a little lip gloss, I try to shove my feelings down as I push my feet into a pair of kitten heels. After grabbing my purse, I left my apartment and walk over to my car.

“What the hell?” I shout when I see my tire is slashed and my driver’s window is smashed. “What happened?”

I’m walking around my car as tears start to flood my eyes. No! This is not happening today.

I pull my phone out and hit Andreas’s number. “Andreas, can you come get me? There is something wrong with my car.”

“What’s wrong with your car?”

“My tire is slashed, and my window is busted.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Andreas grumbles, and then I hear him jump into his car. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

I’m standing outside my car and can only think about who would have done this. I know that Derek hates me, but he doesn’t know what I know. I sincerely doubt he would try to try to hurt me this way.

Our marriage wasn’t always horrible. We would have been good if we could have communicated a little better. Andreas always hates him, and I’m sure he’s glad we are getting a divorce.

Andreas speeds up to my apartment in his Porche 911, and he looks pissed. I walk over to the car and get in.

“I’m going to kill him,” he mutters again.

“Let’s not talk about killing my husband,” I whisper as I buckle my seatbelt.

He mutters under his breath for the whole ride to the lawyer’s office. By the time we got there, I had not said anything more because I didn’t want to make my twin brother even madder than he already was.

Most of the time, Andreas is a laid-back guy, but there is something about Derek that pisses him off more than he would admit.

“Before we go in there,” I begin, “let’s just remember that we don’t know what happened to my car. It could have been anything. Or anyone.”

Andreas slams his hand on the steering wheel, and I jump back into my seat. “No. I’m not going to let that rat mother fucker continue to get away with shit. He hurt my sister. He hurt my twin sister. He is fucking around with the wrong family.”

My eyes widen as I take in what he’s saying.

“I’m tired of him getting away with what he is doing. I’m glad Stav is your attorney. That asshole will rip Derek apart,” he adds and gets out of the car.

I feel the car's weight shift, which prompts me to get out. I know I need to go in and get this handled before they cancel the meeting.

Would they do that? Could I send in Andreas to act on my part? Do people do that?

“Andreas, thank you for coming,” I tell him with a slight shrug. I pull my jacket tighter around my chest with my purse in the other hand. My ankles wobble a little on the grates in the parking garage, but I hold my own.

He nods.

Entering the office, I see the same lady who was there the other day in front of the inner offices. She smiles at Andreas and looks me up and down with a lot of attitude. What did I do to piss her off?

I look at Andreas and squint my eyes. “Are you seeing her?” I whisper.

He chuckles. “She wishes.”

I elbow him in the stomach. “You’re such a man whore.”

Andreas chuckles louder than before and opens the door to Stavros’s office. The man is seated behind his desk with a pile of files open in front of him. He’s intently writing notes down without even acknowledging us entering the office.

I stand awkwardly off to the side and wait for an invitation to be seated. It is a strange feeling Stavros gives me every time I see him. I feel like I’m indebted to him or something. I don’t know how to explain it besides, I think off. I feel like he’s in charge or something.

My brother points to a seat off to the side, and I take it eagerly. I need to sit down before I topple over on my heels. Plus, I feel stranger than before.

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