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He shrugged. “I’m not sure, but my guess is it has something to do with your Dad.” Did Pressley know and chose to remain vague, so he didn’t freak me out? Even Bowie looked at him with questions in his eyes but said nothing. What the fuck was going on?
“Daddy?” I asked when he came back over. “Is everything okay?”
He took a deep breath which only increased my anxiety. “It appears your father has been making threats against Masterson. Not wise at all. He lost the house, not in the process of losing as he said at Rocktoberfest, but lost it as in the bank now owns it. Fizzbo’s team has eyes on him and have alerted the authorities. Chances are, he’ll be in jail by the end of day.”
Before I had a chance to gather a clear thought, my phone vibrated in my pocket. The name on the screen made me nervous as hell so I showed Daddy.
“I’d answer that if I were you,” Daddy said.
“Um, hi, Easton, is everything okay?”
“Let me just start by saying we’ve had nothing but positive feedback on your performance and from the videos I saw, you were great, the whole band was. We’re really pleased you’re part of the Masterson team.”
Well, based upon his words, the thought that I was getting fired was erased.
“But we have an issue with your father and before we proceed with a course of action, I wanted to check in with you first.”
“With me? If he’s done something wrong I support your decision one hundred percent.”
“Excellent, I was hoping you’d say that, but your happiness and mental health is important to us.” That much, I knew without a doubt. “He’s been arrested for making threats not only against Masterson, but against you.”
“Me? What-what did he say?”
“That as your next of kin if something happens to you he gets your fortune.”
“What the fuck?”
“Exactly. That type of behavior isn’t acceptable from anyone, especially not a parent. We’d like to proceed with pressing charges, but since you are part of the threats, we’ll need you and Wolf, since he dealt with him at Rocktoberfest, to provide our lawyers with a recorded deposition. We’ll keep you out of the proceedings and out of his sight, but unfortunately we will need you to speak with our lawyer. Are you okay with that?”
I nodded then remembered he couldn’t see me. “Yeah, yes. I’m sorry about all of this.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Tony. You are a victim in all of this. You are Masterson family and we protect our own. Tony, I don’t want this to come across negatively and trust me, this is something near and dear to my heart. We have a wonderful therapist that I and several others utilize. She is discreet and easy to talk to. If you’d like her number please let me know and I’ll send it to you. If not, there’s no harm in that either. Just thought I’d throw it out there.”
“Thank you, Josh mentioned that too. I’m not sure I’d call right away, kinda need to get my thoughts in order, but I’d like to um, I’d like to have her number, please.”
“What you do with it is completely up to you. And Tony?”
“Yes.”
“None of this impacts your job with Masterson so get that thought out of your head. You’re a wonderful addition to the team and a great man. You deserve the best.”
“Thanks, Easton, that means more than you know.”
“Enjoy your time off. We’ll be in touch.” With that, Easton hung up. I stared at the phone wondering how my life had reached this point. Full of positives yet that one negative just kept biting me in the ass. Like, since birth.
“You okay, Little Wren?” Daddy’s arms were about the only thing grounding me right now.
“Um, yeah. My sperm donor is going to jail, and we both have to give the Masterson lawyer a deposition.”
“Wow,” Bowie’s eyes widened. “What happened?”
“Cliff Notes version, he threatened Masterson and said as my next of kin when I die he gets my money.”
“That mother fucker!” Daddy growled. “That’s a direct threat, Tony.” Not Little Wren, but Tony. Yeah, Daddy was pissed.
“Easton wasn’t happy either. They found him and he’s being arrested. The rest of it the lawyers are handling. Can we go home now? Please?”
Bowie and Pressley hugged me and said to call them immediately if anything more comes of this. I was drained, physically and emotionally. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed and binge mindless cartoons with Daddy.
