Rock Chick Regret(220)

This surprised me. I had no idea what he was going to say but I didn’t figure that would be it. Giving me grief about Hector, yes. Money, no.

My chin dropped and I blinked at the bedclothes.

“What money?”

“My money, your money, our money.”

“I know where my money is, Aaron takes care of it.”

“That’s your grandmother’s money. This is our money. The money I earned, the money the Feds didn’t get. It’s in your name in an account in the Caymans.”

I felt my heart lodge in my throat.

He was joking.

Right?

“Do you need me to get it for you?” I asked stupidly.

What was he going to do with it?

Unless he was planning a prison break.

Someone, please tell me he wasn’t planning a prison break!

“No,” he answered and I let out a quiet, relieved breath. “I need to know you can get to it if you need to.”

This surprised me too. More than before. Down to my core.

My heart slid to the side, lengthwise, threatening to choke me.

“I don’t want your money,” I whispered.

“Sadie, you need to get gone, until the Balduccis –”

“Hector’s taking care of me,” I cut in.

“Yes, I can see that. He’s doing a stellar job. That’s why you’re cuffed to a bed,” my father shot back impatiently.

Oh no, he was not going to lay this on Hector!

“Only because Jerry shot at the Rock Chicks!” I cried.

“You think one of the Balducci boys wouldn’t shoot at those girls? They wouldn’t think twice and they wouldn’t intentionally miss.”

He was probably right about that.

I, of course, was not going to tell him that.

“Even the Balduccis wouldn’t be fool enough to walk into Lee Nightingale’s office and nab me. Jerry’s f**ked. Hector’s probably livid and the Nightingale Men are going to freak.”

“You think I don’t know that?” he asked sharply. “I need Lee Nightingale breathing down my neck like I need a hole in my head. Sadie, you forced my hand, put me in a situation where I had to put one of my men at risk just so I could talk to my own goddamned daughter.”

I steeled myself so his words wouldn’t affect me.

“Are we done here?” I asked sounding like I was definitely done.

“No. I need to give you the name of the bank, the account numbers –”