Yes, Daddies: Submitting to the four brothers.
I knew that already, if I didn’t, I would have gotten Malcolm to sign everything, but going to jail and then losing everything because of him isn’t something I wanted to do.
“But this is my property. Velmora belonged to me. I built it from nothing. I funded every brick, every renovation, every damn employee hire that turned it into what it is today.”
“I poured my blood, sweat, and years into that place while he chased skirts and threw tantrums. Please… tell me there’s a loophole, some precedent, anything to help me get everything back.”
The silence afterward is worse than the begging I’d just done, my free hand fisting in my blouse, pulling the fabric taut over my breasts as if that pressure
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