"Did I ask for an observation?" I inquired.
"And as much as we tolerate Pete—which isn't much in my book and a decent amount in yours—you shouldn't be so worried about his older sibling.".
In the back of my mind, I realized that he was correct, yet I would not admit it. I was selfish but not a sociopath, unlike him. I still felt guilty about other people.
"Come on, are you going to do it or not?" I snapped.
"I'll do it, but you're going to owe me, and I always collect," Shane said.
"Yes, I remember. Forty-two percent interest, isn't it?"
"Fifty percent in your case, since I don't like your face."
I hung up the phone before he could finish what other insults he had to give. I had sold my soul to the devil just to spite two worthless bitches I didn't even know.
And I didn't regret it
