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“What happened, Gully?” she used the nickname and noted the way it made Davis’s finger twitch at his thigh.
“Petros and his buddy took the bullying a bit too far one afternoon and I ended up with a concussion. I lied to my grandfather and said I fell. I let them get away with it and in turn, they trusted me. They made me one of their own. It allowed me to see what these fuckers were up to. Petros was skimming product and selling it on his own and making some extra cash. Now, I know what you’re thinking January. You’re thinking he was stealing drugs and the like, but this is not so, he was stealing cheese my grandfather was exporting and he was stealing rice which was coming into the port. Cheese and rice. Rice and cheese. When I figured out what they were up to, I went to my grandfather and filed my report. Do you know what happens to men who steal from my family?”
“Well, you did put Duchess in jail, so I’m going with the conservative guess of that was what you did.”
“It is what we did. We made an example of him. We put him in jail, but we made sure his entire family was ruined. They were ostracized from the community. My grandfather provided a good life for many of the people in the community, and they are loyal to him. Petros stealing and taking the goods, he stole to/neighboring towns to sell behind my grandfather’s ck,12:39 well. it didn’t go well with his community. Darius here.” he
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flicked his wrist at the man, “managed to escape conviction because he was only loading and unloading, not skimming the product.”
“Lucky.”
“Yeah, except he was no longer employable. Related to the man who would stab my grandfather in the back.”
“You killed my mother.”
“No. Your mother died of a broken heart because her eldest
son was an embarrassment and her younger son was a whining pathetic fool who thought he could curry favor in a neighborhood by telling everyone who would listen how Petros was framed and that my grandfather was a dirty crook.
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“Not Davis.”
“Not Davis. He got into a fist fight with the son of another family who was sick and tired of him shooting his mouth off.” He leaned his head sideways, “that friend’s name is Ford. His father really likes American muscle cars.”
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“Ford beat him up?”
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“Yeah. Sixteen–year–old Ford beat the supreme fuck out of Davis. Davis ended up in the hospital and his mother, so humiliated had a heart attack and died. Again, instead of accepting responsibility and the blame for his shit, he blamed my grandfather. My grandfather was kind enough to pay for her funeral, buried her in community cemetery and the rest of the town spoke of how she was the most unfortunate woman in the world.”
“Is his brother still in prison?”
“No. He died in prison. Fucking idiot didn’t learn his lesson on thievery, and he stole from another inmate and got shanked for it.”
“You paid for that to happen,” Davis accused.
“I wish I could take credit for it, but I had no need to kill him. He was fucking miserable and I enjoyed his misery. He got screwed over by his own greed. You fucked up because of your own hubris. I was sixteen or seventeen the last time I saw your ugly face. Your mother’s sister told you to leave town because she refused to admit you were her nephew. She hated you for your shit. Do you know, she still brings oranges to my grandfather when he stops to visit the town? She hasn’t heard from you in twenty years. She said one day she got up, you were gone, and she said good riddance because you and your brother were wastes of space and her sister died with regret in
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“Fuck you!”
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“Did that sting? I can call her right now and she can tell you for herself. Actually, the last time I was home, had tea at her kitchen table and I fixed her leaky faucet.” He looked at January, “his aunt is my mother’s best friend. They grew up together. I check on her because my mother is in London. She calls me her nephew.”
“Ouch.”
“Do you know what he said to me the last time I saw him? I will admit, Ford and I did go to the hospital to visit him after Ford beat the shit out of him to taunt him. He told me someday he would get the chance to take everything from me. Truth be told, I never considered his words as serious because I am me and he is nobody. Yet, here we are, twenty years later and I find he is the mastermind behind you leaving me. I must admit, he played the long game.”
“Wow,” January shook her head. “You heard my father say Gulliver Raptis was the man who faked his marriage to me and you immediately were able to get your revenge against him.”
“Your uncle was my friend, January. I owed him for a lot of the work we did together. He was a mentor. Your father called me for help and I helped him.
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“And your feud with Gulliver had nothing to do with it?”
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“It was a blessing I wasn’t going to pretend I wasn’t thrilled with. I hate him with a fucking burning passion. His tattling is what got my brother thrown into prison.”
“I didn’t tattle. I took video and audio surveillance. I gathered evidence. I presented a case to my grandfather and his head counsel, and we went to the police. Your end goal here,” Gulliver waved at January, “was what? You were going to not only keep my wife away from me but to woo her yourself? Did you dream of fucking her? Marrying her? Having a family with her? You wanted her for yourself because you got lost in the fantasy of taking what is mine.”
“She isn’t yours.”
“Not yours,” January agreed, “but I understand why he would think I was yours and what his planning was. What an asshole.”
“Indeed,” Gulliver snorted and then smirked at the men coming in the door with Lottie behind them. “I’m glad to see Moe again and this time, his gun isn’t on me.
