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Brad’s face went full–on tomato at myment. “Quit talking about wolves or puppies or whatever.
Don’t insult me. We’re even now, okay? It’s in the past.”
Watching him squirm, trying to keep his cool, had me grinning.
I took a step forward, and he immediately backed up, arms crossed like I was about to actually
throw hands. I snorted. “What’s wrong? Scared I’ll actually do something? Chill out. I’m just curious
why you’re suddenly ying nice.”
“What’s wrong with that? Or were you hoping I’d still-” He stopped himself mid–sentence. “Don’t
even try to bait me. And stoping any closer, or I’ll record this for… evidence.”
I rolled my eyes at his empty threat. “Sure. Now spill. What did Wayne do to get you all obedient like
this?”
His eyes darted around, avoiding mine. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now move, I’ve
got ces to be.”
I stuck my leg out, blocking his path. “Cut the act. I know you’re working for him. Why else would
you turn on your own sister?”
His face turned beet red again, this time from something other than embarrassment.
I gave him a quick once–over. Head–to–toe designer. Sure, back when Tanya was maxing out
Jace’s credit cards, it made sense, but now? No way he was affording all this on his own.
Definitely Wayne’s money.
Brad and Tanya were the ultimate freeloading siblings, sucking up everything the Johnstons had to
offer. “If you want answers, go ask Wayne yourself,” Brad snapped, clearly over me..
He wasn’t going to crack. Wayne had definitely warned him to stay quiet.
I smirked. “All that crap you pulled on me before? I didn’t really care. Figured you were just a bored
kid acting out. But I never thought you’d throw your own sister under the bus. That’s a new low,
even for you.”
My words hit hard. His eyes red, and he jabbed a finger at me. “Say that again.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”
He clenched his jaw, but dropped his hand, too rattled toe up with aeback.
I wasn’t wasting any more time on him. Life’s too short to deal with Brad–level drama. So I turned
on my heel and started walking away.
“Where are you going? What are you nning to do?” Brad, realizing I was headed toward Tanya,
rushed to catch up.
“I’m
gonna have a little chat with your sister.”
His whole vibe shifted. “You’ve already done enough to her! What more do you want?” Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.
No matter what, he was still her brother. Blood runs deep, even when it’s a iness.
“You really think we did this to her?” I shot back. “You should be more worried about her biting her
own tongue with all those lies.”
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
I continued, “Tanya’s in this situation because of her own choices. If you actually care, maybe try
talking some sense into her. Stop enabling her.”
Brad ran his hand through his hair, lookingpletely lost. “It’s toote for that. She’s gone too far.”
“So, what, just because she’s stuck, she’s gonna drag everyone else down with her?”
Brad’s lips twisted like a pouty kid. “I can’t control her, but I swear, you’re not gonna hurt her.”
“She won’t get hurt if she stops making a mess of things,” I said, stepping forward. “Now, move.”
He hesitated for a second, but eventually stepped aside, letting me pass. I didn’t even look back as
I headed straight for Tanya’s hospital room.
When I walked in, she was sitting up in bed, eyes glued to the TV. Not that she was really watching.
She didn’t even look at me when I entered.
The TV was showing some women’s table tennis match, and one of my favorite yers was on.
“You’re into table tennis too? Wow, didn’t realize we shared taste in both sports and guys,” I said,
sarcasm dripping.
Finally, she turned to look at me. Her eyes flickered–surprise, maybe a little fear–but she quickly
shifted back to her signature smug expression.