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Chapter 89
Chapter 89
Chapter 89
Chapter 89
“Angela
Who did that bitch think she was? I was not one to be messed with.
She wasn’t deserving of a man like Damon. She wasn’t up to his standard. He needed someone like me. I was a much better match than she was.
I needed to get rid of her but she kept interfering with my plans,
I pulled out my phone and thought for a moment, then dhaled a number that I really had no interest in calling. Of course, it was not picked up at first, so I hung up and called two more times and waited patiently
Eventually, she would have to answer. As expected, on the fourth try, someone finally picked up.
“Angela,” a female voice that sounded like nails scratching on the chalkboard greeted me. “Surprised to hear from you, little
che.”
I shivered at her referring to me as a “little one” in disgust, and 1 rolled my eyes silently at her fake enthusiasm. We both knew she didn’t care to hear from me anymore than I cared to hear from her
“Hello, Mother”
I did not speak to my mother very often. Well, to be precise, we never spoke if it wasn’t out of necessity. We were two very different people. Where she had favored the company of men and drugs I
did not. She spent her youth sleeping her way through New York high society where she fell pregnant with me.
My father? He was Bill Gaverth, a wealthy man who had accumulated a fortune in the energy world. He also wanted nothing to do with the side piece that he only wanted for a good time. He paid my mother to get an abortion and when she refused he threatened to take care of her permanently. He would rather kill her than deal with her or her baby.
Needless to say, he was not in my life anymore. But it didn’t stop my mother from reminding me how I was the cause of her losing the love of her life.
Mind you, she’d had about three loves of her life and neither one chose to put a ring on it. The only reason she kept me was because she had this delusion that eventually my father would change his goddamn mind, and embrace her and her child back into his life. As men age, they would have to settle down eventually, right?
Or perhaps, at some point, he might need a spare daughter he could marry off for some business arrangement. Who knows what my mother’s young and drug-influenced mind did to convince her it was wise to keep me? But I guessed she did get her return from her investment of nine months of inconvenient pregnancy.
Now she was a sad and lonely spinster who had every intention of living off the daughter she despised with every fiber of her being.
Funny how life works?
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” she said, but I couldn’t sense any pleasure in her voice.
“I need a contact from you.” It pained me to even be asking this of her. I had promised myself that once I moved to the West that I would be done with her. But that was the thing about family, they always
somehow sucked you back in. I guess it went both ways. I was sure she thought the same thing about me.
“Mhm,” I could hear the stupid little smirk in her voice. “You need something from me? Wow, how the tables have turned”
“Rebecca,” I said through gritted teeth and used her real name, “you can either give me what I want or hang up.”
“And what will you do for me then? You know I don’t like to get nothing in return for my help.”
Of course, she wanted something from me. This was my mother after all. She never did anything out of the kindness of her heart.
“Name your price, Rebecca.” That was what it was always about with her. The money. She could never get enough of it. The only problem was that she could never keep it to save her life. She always used it on drugs or getting the new designer thing.
That was my mother. Her priorities were all the way skewed but she never cared what people thought. As long as she felt she looked good then she didn’t care that she had no food in the house. It was how it had been for my entire childhood.
The woman wanted to fit into a lifestyle that she didn’t belong in. And I knew that it pained her that I was now in the crowd that she desperately wished she could be in.
“Are you ready. Angie?”
My skin automatically crawled when she called me that. I hated that name but she knew I did, it’s why she always used it.
“Just freaking tell me already.”
“You’re out of your mind. I’m not giving you 10,000 dollars. Try that again.”
I heard her low grumble but I couldn’t work out what she was saying “Fine, 9 will work.”
Yeah, right. No freaking way! She was out of her mind.
I took a deep breath to level my tone so that I wouldn’t piss her off so much that she would hang up on me. “I will give you
two.”
“Angie”
She tried to negotiate but I cut her off. “I know for a fact that you’re broke and you have nothing to your name. You’re due for a touch-up of filler, are you not? And I hear that you lost that little premium healthcare you had so you won’t get any cosmetic coverage-what a shame.”
She was silent on the other end of the phone for some time. She knew that I had her.
The only reason I had called was because I knew how desperate she was. Otherwise, I would have found another way to get the information I wanted out of her.
“Fine. What is it that you want?”
“I need Machello’s contact information.”
She was silent and I knew she was wondering why out of all people I would want to be in communication with a criminal.
“Why?”
“That’s my business. Send the contact to my phone and you will get your money.” I didn’t even give her a chance to respond. I was tired of hearing her voice and I had far better things to do with my time than listening to her moan and groan. Two minutes later, my phone dinged, and Rebecca had sent me what I needed, along with a text message. “If you don’t send me my money in the next five minutes, I’ll start to charge interest.”
at the
After taking care of that freaking 2,000 dollars. I spent the rest of my afternoon scrolling through my phone. I was looking paparazzi pictures of Gabriel and Adelaide. Even a blind man could see that Gabriel was taken by her. Why? I had no idea. She was more or less a troll in my eyes but I guess beauty truly was in the eyes of the beholder.
If I wanted my man to myself, I needed to come up with a new strategy and that meant that I would need some help along
the way.
Although Gabriel was exactly what I needed in this case. I only hoped that he was not against getting his hands a little dirty. In case things didn’t work out, Machello would be my backup plan. I liked to have a thorough plan. I didn’t want to be surprised by anything.
I sunk deeper into the thick cool leather of the couch.
“Gabriel, you and I are about to be great friends,” I said to myself, grinning wickedly.