Sebring (Unfinished Heroes #5)(10)

Normally, I did not avoid my sister’s calls.

That day, however, my father had shot Green. Green had then been transported to Dr. Baldwin who took care of his wound for ten thousand dollars in cash. After that, Green had either disappeared or begun to make overtures to Marcus Sloan or Benito Valenzuela.

None of this would please my sister Georgie.

“Hey,” I greeted quietly.

“Are you f*cking kidding me?” she replied.

I leaned into a hand on the counter. “I walked in, Dad shot him. There was nothing I could do.”

Even with my life as it was from the minute I could cogitate, it still was not lost on me how completely insane it was that anyone would utter those two sentences, including me.

“Your boys get an order from Dad, they tell you. They don’t just show up at Dad’s office and tell him shit he already knows, pissing him off enough to grab his f*cking gun and take a shot at one of his own men.”

“They have that instruction, Georgie, but I talked to Tommy after he got back from dealing with Green and Dr. Baldwin. Tommy told me that Gill picked up Green. He took his phone. Dad still has it. And I’ve no doubt he did that because he wants money coming in and he knows I’ve given that instruction to my boys. So he’s not getting straight answers because they come to their meets with me in tow and we feed him information everyone knows is bogus so he won’t lose his mind and, say, shoot one of his own men.”

“Fuck,” she hissed.

I said nothing. I wasn’t the kind of woman who rubbed it in when I was right.

“Green is gonna bail,” she declared.

I said nothing to that either because this time, she was right (except about the “gonna” part) and I wasn’t about to confirm that just in case she was in a seriously bad mood and decided to do something about it. If Green intended to disappear, I wanted him to have as big a head start as he could get.

“He sniffs around Sloan or Benito, Liv…” She made the statement and trailed off so she didn’t have to make her threat verbal.

“You need to have a word with Gill,” I advised. “He can’t do that again. He has to work with us to keep Dad from tying our hands.”

“I’ll talk with him,” Georgia muttered.

She would. She’d do this before and/or after she f*cked him.

Gill would come to heel.

I wondered if I should monitor the rats in the warehouse since, if they abandoned a sinking ship, perhaps, even in a warehouse, they’d do the same and this would provide forewarning when the house that Clive Shade built was going to come crashing down.

I again knew it served no purpose to say what I was next going to say considering I’d mentioned this to my sister repeatedly and she’d ignored it repeatedly.

I didn’t give up.

“We need to focus on the legitimate businesses, Georgia.”

“Facilitating the export of dart guns is not going to keep you in your house, Olivia,” she retorted.

“Perhaps not, but that’s not all we have and we don’t pay enough attention to any of it, including the man Dad has handling it.”

Now it was me saying something she knew, mostly because I’d been sharing my concerns about this now for years.

But David Littleton was Dad’s man. A friend from back in the day. They’d met in grade school.

So David got to do what he wanted.

“David is good,” Georgia decreed.

“David has too much power and not enough oversight.”

“Then oversee him.”

My back shot straight. “Is that permission?”

“Fuck yeah,” Georgia said. “What do I care?”

Georgia was my big sister.

Georgia was also heir to the throne.

Therefore, Georgia was higher up on the hierarchy. I had autonomy to manage our soldiers and keep the books, but I deferred to her in all other matters.

“You didn’t want me interfering before,” I pointed out.

“My baby sister wasn’t selling her house so we could inject that cash into our operation before. Deal with David. I don’t get what you get from him so you don’t have to bother telling me I’m right if you find out I am. But I also don’t do our books. Goes without saying, if I’m wrong, I want to know.”

“Okay, Georgie.”

“And I’ve got some stuff I’ve been working on for a while. Things are looking good with it. Once I know it’s solid, we’ll make a meet. Okay?” she asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

I wanted this to be promising.

As hard as my sister worked and had done it for years, with the results of that so far I was not holding too much hope.

“Great, sis. Go out tonight. Have fun,” she ordered. “See you tomorrow.”

“All right. See you.”

She disconnected.

I dropped my phone hand to the counter but just stared at it.

I looked behind me to the fridge.

There wasn’t much in it.

I should go to the grocery store. Or I should call Bistro Vend?me and see if they had an opening. Or perhaps even find a nice, trendy bar with good lighting and expensive cocktails and go there, people watch, find someone to f*ck then come home.

I looked from the fridge to my house which needed to be sold. I only had a few hundred thousand dollars-worth of equity in it, but with Dad shooting soldiers and ten thousand dollars in cash going out to doctors, not to mention other bills, salaries to pay—we needed every penny we could get.