Page 5 of Forget That Guy
One last thing, take care of my girl.
She’ll be fightin’ mad at you since you’re getting the land. And, I hope, you’ll kick her out of the house, too. It’s not safe anymore. It just needs too much damn work, and she can do so much better.
Love you, man.
Thanks for helping these last few years.
Cantrell
“Shit.”
“Cantrell owes a considerable amount in back taxes,” Trent Sheperd, the shark of a lawyer that’d cost me a shit ton of money, said. “The tax assessor has agreed to give you a two-month extension to get it all paid.”
“How much is it?” I asked.
“One hundred and fifty grand.”
I winced. “Great.”
He gestured to the paperwork. “That shows how much is in the life insurance that Georgina is getting. It’s a little over onehundred and fifty K.” He leveled a look at me. “You staging that as a break-in helped her get that. He didn’t realize that if he killed himself, you didn’t get the payout.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Georgina owes a little over three hundred thousand dollars for schooling,” he continued. “That’ll pay half of it, if she’s lucky.”
I sifted through the legal mumbo-jumbo.
“Anything else?” I asked, stomach sour.
“No,” he answered, then leveled me with a look. “I’m sorry for taking you to the wringers.”
I snorted. “I somehow doubt that.”
“I do,” he repeated. “She told me that you cheated. I don’t like cheaters. It was only later that I found out that wasn’t the case. I wouldn’t have agreed to take it on had I known differently.”
For some reason, I believed him.
That didn’t change anything, though.
She got three hundred grand of my four hundred grand savings—money I was saving up for a rainy day—and would’ve gotten more had the girls not chosen to live with me.
“It is what it is,” I said as I stood. “She’s not going to know any of this, right?”
Georgina was smart as hell and would probably figure some of it out on her own.
But that information wouldn’t be coming from me.
She was a smart girl—woman—and was good about not burying her head in the sand when it came to finances.
But if she needed someone to hate for this, then I’d give her me.
I was used to being the bad guy in some people’s stories.
It started with the Air Force where I was in AFSOC—Air Force Special Operations Command—and continued on whenI took on the mantle of president for the Dixie Wardens MC Montana Chapter.
Sometimes I had to be the bad guy to keep my people safe.
And a lot of people didn’t always like that.
