Chapter Six
One week earlier
“What do you mean I’m cut off?” I stare incredulously at my father whose face is implacable. Immovable. I glance at Mom, but she quickly looks elsewhere.
“So if I’d knocked up someone from my “womanizing ways”, I make finger quotes. “I’d still have my fund, because you’d have progeny? f**k that,” I curse, shaking my head.
“Language, dear,” my mother chides.
“f**k my language,” I spit with a glare at my father. “I’ve got a deal worth millions going south because I couldn’t make the last payment.”
“Declan,” she says sharply. “Don’t make this worse for yourself.”
“What could possibly make this worse?”
My father clears his throat, but his face remains determined. “Just like I told your brother… You two have been living off the family teat for too long witho
