Page 69 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
His cheeks turn dull red. “Yes. It’s mine by right.”
“I agree, but the thing is, Sam didn’t give me anything. You should know. You saw the will, didn’t you?” Nobody contacted me about the will, so it’s pretty clear I wasn’t in it.
“The will means nothing, you idiot!”
I’d rather be an idiot than a greedy loser like him. “It means everything. Do you think I can just go grab whatever I want from Sam’s mansion? I’m pretty sure you’re the executor.” But…Margot’s been involved in dealing with Sam’s estate, too. “Aren’t you?”
“I am, but I know you got something. You had to. Maybe he gave it to you right before he died!” Marty points an accusing finger.
I feel my heart grow even colder. I can’t believe I felt sympathy for him, ever. He’s such a greedy little weasel. Probably pissed whatever Sam left him isn’t as big as he hoped for.
“What he gave me was a nice dunking in his pool and a blue dress.” Which—now that I know more—must’ve been mine, not the dead girl’s.
“There has to be something else!”
“Don’t raise your voice.” Just how shameless do you have to be to make a scene like this? “He didn’t give me anything worth any money, if that’s what you’re here about.”
Oh, wait…
My gaze drifts toward the music box. Tucked under a few manila folders, it’s hidden from Marty’s view. It used to belong to Sam’s mother, and Sam’s lawyer sent it to me soon after his death. But it’s so old, I doubt it has any value. I should just hand it over, but I’m reluctant. Mainly because Marty’s being such a dick, even now when he obviously wants something from me. He hasn’t said “please” even once.
“Were you close to your grandma?” I ask.
“What?”
“Your grandmother. Were you close to Sam’s mother?”
“No. She was a bitch. Why the hell are you asking?” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “I’m not here to talk about her. I’m here to talk about something more important!”
I shake my head. There’s no point in giving it to him. He would only throw it out. No wonder Sam sent it to me. He probably thought I’d keep it, even in the darkest and dustiest corner of my closet, because I like music.
“Marty, Sam gave me nothing you could possibly want. Unless you want to be thrown into a pool, I say you leave now.”
“You little bitch! Always so fucking superior, like you’re so much better than me, but we all know you’re a fucking mess!”
Heads swivel in our direction, and I feel the weight of everyone’s gaze like a thousand wet tissues descending on me. It’s hard to draw in air over the embarrassment knotting my chest. “Get out, Marty. Now. You don’t get to come to my place of work and cause trouble.”
He’s practically vibrating with anger. He looms over me, waving a fist. “You can’t make me!”
What’s taking Bobbi so long?“If you don’t walk out, I’ll call security.”
“No need,” Tolyan says from behind Marty. “He can simply crawl out. I can break his legs without making him bleed. Blood stains easily, and Lizochka is fond of clean floors.”
I inhale sharply. I’ve always known Tolyan isn’t a nice, soft guy. But the look on his face is pure evil. I’m glad I’m sitting down, because I would’ve landed on my butt from the way my knees are shaking.
“Who the fuck are you to tell me—” Marty swivels his head, then takes a few hasty steps backward. “Uh… Um…”
“Walk or drag yourself?” Tolyan asks in a voice devoid of humanity.
“Wa-walk. I’m going. Right now.” Marty stumbles toward the elevator.
Wow. I’ve never seen him move that fast before. He stabs the elevator button hard, looking over his shoulder to make sure Tolyan isn’t coming for him.
Once Marty vanishes into an elevator, Tolyan’s cold gaze falls on me.
I swallow nervously. “Would you like some chocolate?” Maybe he can be bribed. I wish Tony had sent me a bottle of premium vodka.
“If you have milk chocolate, I’ll take one.”
Hurriedly, I open the box. “Be my guest.”
