Take A Number True Heir

Summary

The day Jax Coleman, the prodigal son, returned, he had all my things tossed out of my room.

"I’m their real son, you fraud," he sneered, hands jammed into the pockets of his designer jeans. "You can pack up and leave."

"Oh, and before you go," he added, his eyes narrowing as he looked me up and down. "You owe us. I'll charge you twenty years of Sterling hospitality at a million a year. Twenty million. Wire it directly to my account."

I didn’t argue. Instead, I calmly slid a card across the granite counter.