Dean.
"So, what do we do now, because Aiden isn’t going to let you get away with what you did?”
Emmett, my piece of s**t stepbrother, is getting on my damn nerves. He’s paranoid and yeah, he’s right; Aiden won’t, but he was helping. It wasn’t all me.
Do I regret what I did? Sure. I still have a bit of a soul. But it was necessary for me to get what I need. I now have the divorce papers in the top drawer of my desk. All I have to do is send them to Jacob. I'll pretend they're from Aiden, and then me and Emmett will get what was left to him.
Fucking i***t thinks I’m going to give him the half he is owed, yet he’s wrong, I’m going to kill him.
He stares at me as I smirk. "What we did, and the plan is we wait”
He leans forward in the chair he’s perched on. “We wait. You understand
