Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

“That contract you fucked me out of with Bollente cost me a quarter
million. I shut down the Montaltos in King’s Trace and sold what product we
had there, but if the Riccis have any chance at withstanding all this, the
blackmail, the debt collectors, the feds snooping when they realize I’m not
paying the local police to turn a blind eye anymore... I need financial support,
Kal. Don’t fucking think you’re screwing me out of this, too.”
Smirking, I start toward the front door again, brushing past even as he
reaches an arm out, trying to stop me; he’s considerably shorter than me, so I
just lift my arm, dodging his grip.
“The problem with your appeal, dear Rafael, is that I don’t give a fuck if
Ricci Inc. burns to the ground. If it doesn’t, fine. If it does, good riddance.”
Yanking open the door, I give him a half salute with my middle finger.
“You’ve taken enough of my life at this point as it is. It’s time for me to
repay the favor.”