“You aren’t the head of the family, Danny.” I stated it as calmly as I could.
“I’m the big brother. Dad’s dead. Granddad—dead. That leaves me.” He pointed at his chest with both index fingers.
“Maybe I am glad I interrupted this feud. I came over to tell you that the Warriors legal team has us on complete lockdown. You’ll never get through the iron fortress they have built. And if you try it’s going to take years. So many years, you’ll be middle-aged, Danny. And then what are you going to do with all your party money? Buy sports cars? Blond girlfriends?” I huffed. “And you do realize it will take a legal team as big as the one I have or bigger to go up against me? And you have to pay them, Danny. With money. They expect money for their work. Work that is going to take them years and years and they’ll still come up empty-handed and you’ll still owe them hundreds of thousands of dollars.”
I turned toward my grandmother. “And Grammy, I don’t want you to use your money for this battle. He’ll take it. He’ll drain you dry. He already ran through millions of dollars and he’s thirty for God’s sake.
“I would be happy to have your input on things at the office. I realize there are things you know about the team I haven’t even thought about. Maybe even some secrets.” I smiled slightly. “I’m not asking you to choose between your grandchildren. I wouldn’t put you in that position. I’m still your granddaughter either way. I’m still going to love you either way.”
I stared at my brother. “But you are an embarrassment to this family. While I’ve been trying to rebuild our name and bring the team’s reputation back, all you’ve done is destroy it. The team doesn’t want you as the owner. I have a hundred men who will back me, Danny. And that’s before I even set my legal team loose.”
I crossed my arms and waited for a response.
My grandmother clutched her pearls and sat on the edge of the Warriors couch. “I-I, Nessa, you’ve never sounded so sure.”
I smiled. “I am certain of this. I was meant to run this team. It might have been Granddad’s happy accident.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “You act like you’re some kind of saint.”
“She is,” my grandmother snapped. “She most certainly is.”
“Fuck it.” Danny stood. “Give me some money and I’ll go. I can’t stand all this estrogen.”
I stared at him. “What?”
“You heard me. Don’t make me beg. Give me a million. I’ll leave.”
My grandmother rushed over to the drawer of my grandfather’s desk. “Grammy, don’t write him a check for that. You don’t owe him anything. No one does. He can get a job.”
“I most certainly will.” She scribbled his name and the figure and ripped it from the trust. “You have to take this to my accountant.” She handed it to him. Danny folded it in hal
f and tucked it in his pocket.
“Grammy,” I groaned.
“It’s done.” She looked at me. “Pack your things, Danny. You are welcome back when you’ve accomplished something.”
My mouth hung open. I couldn’t believe it.
He scowled, walking from the room.
Grammy turned to me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. The last few months have been a cold dark dream.”
I pulled her into a hug. Something she didn’t let me do very often. “It’s ok. I know you’re still hurting.”
I felt her tiny arms circle me. “I was a royal bitch, wasn’t I?”
I burst out laughing. “I’ve never heard you curse. Ever.”
She looked at me. “We all have secrets.”
Epilogue
I pressed the button on the side of the speaker. “Testing. Testing. One. Two Three.”
“Roger that.”
I giggled when I heard Isaac on the other end.