Dray and I had put our heads together and came up with a blitzkrieg that they would never see their way out of. That fuck is good at everything as long as it has to do with war or subterfuge. If he weren’t such a nag, he’d be a damn near perfect wingman.
I wasn’t about to put her in the middle of this shit, so of course, I left her name out of it and instead used the information gramps had been sitting on for years to set it off.
* * *
By Wednesday morning, everyone who worked for that company, from the top exec to the lowest lackey in the mailroom, received the first of many very incendiary texts and emails. I gave them just a tease at first, something to whet their appetites. I knew it would start the buzz going, and they’d go searching for more.
I kept it up all afternoon, sending more texts and emails, spacing them out every three hours with new and more damaging information each time. I didn’t stop there though, what would be the point? I’m sure the bigwigs would come up with some type of gag order.
So I made sure word leaked to the right people, like their more self-righteous investors. I could only imagine the dumpster fire. And all the while I wondered if that is the game he’d played with my sister. If that’s the thing that had led her to take her life in a fucking ditch.
By end of day, the DOW told the story. They were down more than eleven points, which was good but not good enough. I wish I could be a fly on the wall and hear the panic, see the fear as he scrambled to save what his ancestors had taken generations to build…
“What’re you doing?” Shit, she jumped me coming up behind me like that. I closed down the laptop as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders from behind. In the last few days since she’s been here without worry, I’ve come to see a whole other side to her.
Once she accepted and believed that I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her, that I wasn’t giving her back to the monsters no matter what, she’d started coming out of her shell. She’s still sweet as fuck with that shy thing she does that makes my dick hard, but she had a forceful side to her that she’d kept well hidden.
“Let’s go watch a movie.” Dammit, I’ve seen more TV in the last day and a half than in the last ten years of my life. I started to protest, but that new assertiveness of hers came into play, and she dragged me up from my seat.
“Michele, I’ve got shit to do.” She stopped and looked back at me.
“Is it more important than spending time with me?” She had this look on her face, and I knew she was playing me, but still, those words made me rearrange shit in my head.
“Never!” She laughed out loud when I picked her up in my arms and as I’ve found myself doing more and more in the last day or so, I listened to the sound, looking for any indication that her laughter was fake.
I’d told her not to pretend, to never hide shit from me again, but I don’t know how long it’s going to take. Maybe if it had just been the asshole involved, but her own sister… I cut my thoughts off there because the shit only pisses me off and she was in a light and playful mood, I didn’t want anything to mar that.
She put some girly shit on the tube and crawled into my lap. I paid half attention to the screen, but my mind was in two places at once. There was still a lot left to do in my grand scheme. Tomorrow and the next day I plan to put the final touches into play, by this weekend it should be over. That’s when I’ll make my move.
* * *
She was crying over the fucking movie.
“Why are you crying for him after all the shit he did?” I wasn’t paying full attention, but I’d seen enough to follow the general thread of the movie.
“I don’t know; I know he was evil, but still, I don’t want to see him treated like that.” On the screen, the bad guy was getting the shit kicked out of him and whining like a bitch after slaughtering who knows how many people. Who knew chick flicks were so bloody.
“So, what do you think should’ve been done to him?” I wiped her face and patted her back.
“I don’t know, maybe go to prison.” My ass! That fuck deserved to be thrown off the building the way ole boy just did.
“You’re a big old softie, aren’t you?” I feel for her when she births my sons and daughters; those fucks are sure to keep her on her toes. If they have my blood, they’re sure to be just as fucked up as me. Her soft ass is in for a wild ride.