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“My uncle.”
He lets out a long whistle of pity or disbelief. I’m not sure. “Damn, I’m sorry, man. That’s an unlucky break. What did he want?”
Timothy and his brother Peter are the two people I have in my life in this town. We all work at the garage and while they know about my past, they don’t know all of it. I owe them my life. When I came to this town, I was broken. Tim and Peter saved my ass from going down a very dark road.
I lift the paper in the air. “Dad’s will. He’s been trying to get what my old man left me for years now.”
“Ah.” He nods, placing his hands on his hips. “Hey, Pete!”
“Yeah?” The big guy shouts from the garage.
“Come here. Simon needs us.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t need you. I’m fine.” I playfully bump Tim’s shoulder as I head to the office to get out of the cool evening.
“Bullshit. You know you need us.” Pete wanders in from the garage, his voice echoing in the tight space. “You worry too much without us.” He leans his plump body against the counter, his meaty yet strong arms cross over his chest. “What’s the scoop?”
“His uncle was just here.”
“The guy with the… you know…” Peter points to his face. “The scar,” he mouths in a low whisper.
Tim nods quickly. “Yep, that one. The one he talks about all the time but doesn’t want to talk about all the time.”
“Oh, I don’t like that guy. He’s not very nice.”
I rub my temples as they continue to bicker. “I can hear you.”
“Sorry,” Pete grumbles.
“We know,” Tim says with an uncaring flair, waving his hand around. “So, what are we going to do?”
“We? No, We. I. Me. Just me. I don’t want you guys getting mixed up in my family drama and there is a lot of it.”
“We’re family,” Tim states.
“Yeah. We’re family.” Peter puffs his chest, agreeing with his brother.
“I have a lot of baggage, guys. If I face this, it could get messy.”
“Messy is my favorite.”
“This isn’t food, Peter. This is real life.” Tim smacks his brother lightly on the chest.
“Messy life means there are solutions. Solutions to problems. Resolutions to issues but I hope food will be part of this equation. Messy food, though.”
I chuckle, unfolding the letters my Uncle Dash gave me.
“You aren’t alone, Simon. Stop thinking you are,” Tim says, placing his arms on the table. “So, catch us up. Tell us everything.”
“Well, you know how I said I ran away from— well— everything because my dad died?”
Both of them nod.
“You blame yourself for that,” Tim replies from a conversation we had years ago.
Slowly, I give a slight nod. “That isn’t everything.”
I take a deep breath. “I’m the heir to billions of dollars and to my dad’s legacy, the Pride Sanctuary. A safe haven for lions. He left it all to me, but my Uncle Dash wants it all for himself. He’s threatening Nina.”
