would hate to know that she was suffering right along with the rest of us, wondering what was going to happen to her future. She had sounded like she had her shit together for the first time in a long while, and I really hoped that the Russian was going to treat her right.
I had heard all sorts of things about Krylov, things that would make one cringe in horror. The man was a brute, known for his torture and killing more than anything else.
Maybe Emma had tamed the beast inside him. Either way, she hadn’t begged for me to come get her, and I doubted that she would. If anyone could make a better man out of a killer, it was Emma.
I had nearly taken her up on her offer of coming out to Alaska and getting away from this shit. Dear old Dad was only worried about himself and what his future held, but what he didn’t realize was that he had shat on mine as well. No one was going to trust in the name Kennedy if these rumors proved to be true. No one was going to let me come in and be their politician, their president, nothing. They would dig up Dad’s past, and I would be forced out before I even had a chance to start.
I was fucked, even if he proved to be innocent.
And he wasn’t. The feds didn’t screw up that badly. They had shit on him, or he wouldn’t be so worried about it either. The amount of money they had mentioned was staggering, and I could tell by my mom’s expression that she hadn’t known what her husband had been into.
Which meant he had lied to all of us. I thought I was his closest confidante, the one person that he trusted to tell me what the hell was going on. But when I had picked Dad up from the police station, he hadn’t said one fucking word to me.
Instead, he had picked up his cell phone and spent the remainder of the drive on it, trying to line up his lawyers.
It was like I didn’t even exist. Thank the fuck I hadn’t stuck my neck out for him. He had asked me to do some shady things before, but I had ignored them, instead turning his thinking around and making it at least legal. Not once did I think that he was doing such things behind my back.
“Fuck,” I muttered, digging into the bag once more. At least I had gotten Mom out so that she couldn’t see the way her husband had fucked all of us. There was no reason for her to go down with the sinking ship either. She was too good for that.
No, I was the sole occupant of the sinking ship, with my father at the helm. I could kiss this house goodbye, likely to be seized once they indicted him. Already, I was moving my shit out of the house quietly, putting it in storage and making certain I separated all my business dealings from my father’s. I had even gone to Emma’s apartment and packed up some of her things, knowing that they would be hitting up her place next.
Besides, she hadn’t needed them while she was canoodling with her Russian dude.
The shit was about to hit the fan, and I was right in the middle of it.
If I were a killer like Krylov, I would go ahead and put our family out of their misery. Of course, the only gun I had ever shot was one time when Dad had taken me hunting. I had cried so much after we shot the deer that he had called me weak and never invited me again.
No, I wouldn’t be able to do that. I just had to hold it together, and if the shit did get rough, then I could always find Emma. I just hoped she heeded my warning and stayed where she was. I wanted my sister to be happy, and if the Russian was making her happy, then so be it. After all, it seemed that our father had killed his parents. It was the least we could do for him.
I just hoped that he wasn’t taking it out on my sister. He had already kidnapped her because of the claim, and now that it was seemingly true, he had every right to do what he was doing to our father, but not the innocent ones.
Throwing the bag in the