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Not just because of the divorce but because of the effect, it’s had on her all these years. Dad was her one true love; Denny was not mine. That’s the reason I accepted his proposal. We both knew where we stood. I liked him better than most, and there was a sexual attraction, which was enough for me, and he swore it was the same with him.

He's the one who hounded me all through college until I caved in my junior year, and we’ve been together ever since. Well, until yesterday, anyway. If he had told me that he was in love with someone else, I would’ve bowed out.

I’m young, I’m hot as fuck, I would’ve found another companion within a week if I so chose. But that bastard had to go and cheat and activate my inner bitch. She was not supposed to make an appearance for at least another ten years.

Well, she’s here now. “So, you three planning to stay here all day?”

“What do you think your brothers would do to us if we left you alone?”

“I don’t want to find out. Trey threatened me with violence if I got distracted on the job.”

We all knew that was a joke because he acts like he drank her bath water. That ADHD sex must be off the charts. Unless she forgets what she’s doing and bites his dick off.

“What are you laughing at?

“I was just thinking…. Oh, never mind.” Can’t put any ideas in her head because she’d fixate on it, and who knows where that would lead. Since it looks like I’m not ever getting married and having kids, one of these bitches is going to have to reproduce.

“What did they say exactly? What did he tell them happened?”

“We don’t know; Bri just opened the door and said ‘leave’ in that way of his and closed the door in their faces.”

“Hmm!”

“What is that look? What are you planning now?”

“Nothing, it’s just not their turn.” I have to take care of the fifteen-year grudge first; then and only then will I deal with the two who disrespected me. There should be order in everything.

I played nice for the next couple of days and into the weekend, so my family would get off my ass. I had them focusing on our upcoming trip in two weeks, which was supposed to be my destination wedding but was now going to be a kickass family reunion in Cabo.

My brother had a bed delivered that first day to replace the old one, and each night, when I made my escape, I stayed up well into the morning hours working on my master plan. Now, I learned coding from Brian, hacking from Cam, and game development from Trey. My double major was in engineering and business, and I work in acquisitions for the local corporation I interned with all four years of college.

The last meeting I had with that Garrett person wasn’t so much to take over his company and to meld one faction of one of his software companies with ours under an umbrella. I say all of this to say that I know my way around computers and have since I was about ten when Bri first started teaching me to code.

Math is my shit, and computers are a close second. As for hacking, that’s practically child’s play for someone like me, and I found a real knack for it early on. At first, when I was about twelve or thereabouts, it was just something fun to do to pass the time, especially on those weekends I was forced to spend with my sperm donor along with the hag from hell and her disgruntled spawn.

It was easy enough to learn their passcodes, which were never changed, but even without those, it was easy enough to hack into their systems. I’ve been linked into their Wi-Fi for the past eleven years or so. Suffice it to say, I know plenty and I have the saved folders to prove it.

As I mentioned earlier, my inner bitch wasn’t supposed to make an appearance until sometime in the future, but since Denny pulled the tiger’s tail, I guess now is as good a time as any. Now that my family had stopped side-eyeing me and taken themselves back to their abodes, it was time to get started on phase one of my operation.

Now, Miss. Mitzie is a speed demon, always has been. When Dad bought my Miata as a way to buy my love for the twenty-first birthday, she kicked up a fuss and claimed she’d always wanted one. I told him if he gave her the same car as me, I’d disown him.

As a starter car, it’s not bad, and it’s not even that expensive, but there’s no way she was getting the same as me. She did that shit all throughout my childhood and won, but as an adult, I wasn’t having it. In the end, Helen talked him into getting the car for her and he caved.

Grandma, his Mom, counter-attacked by giving me pieces of her heirloom jewelry that Helen has had her eyes on for as long as she’s been married to my Dad. That caused a stink, but since Grandma Mae didn’t give a fuck, it fell on deaf ears.

In all these years, no matter how much he tried shoving them down my maternal family’s throats, it never happened. No one was happy with the way he had handled things and though things had eased up over the years, it was still not enough for Helen and Mitzie, who always thought they should be treated the same as Mom and me.

When Mom was the one invited to family events, Helen would have a fit until Grandma let her know that in her house, her opinion was the only one that counted. And since Mom was the mother of her grandkids, she was the one she wanted to see. She knew my brothers, and I wouldn’t be caught dead sitting around a table with that woman while our mother was left at home alone.

Dad didn’t want to get written out of the will, so he would often show up. However, when it made Mom uncomfortable, his own family would ask him not to show his face. He didn’t like that, but it was a bed of his own making.

Now, back to Mitzie’s car. As I said, she’s a speed demon. After the first three tickets, Dad threatened to take her car away, which caused another row, so for the past two years, she’d taken to throwing them away or stuffing them in her glove box. She’d even received some from out of state, mostly across the state line.

I simply tapped away at some keys, and that was enough for her car to be towed by the city. That was the first volley, but I wasn’t going to stop there. In our state, with the number of tickets she had from this state alone, she could be looking at jail time on top of fines and maybe even a suspended license.

All I needed was her car’s VIN number and the address, along with her license plate. I had all of the above, so it was easy enough. That should start off a firestorm of monumental proportions in the next day or so because even if the mother and daughter team had any ideas of hiding it from Dad, I was going to make sure he knew.

I drove by their place on my way to work Tuesday morning, and the car was gone. I knew Helen wasn’t going to take my warning to leave town seriously, and I didn’t want her to, not yet. But I was damned if she was going to have as long a marriage as my parents had. There’s a reason for this, but I’ll get to that later.

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