Blackmailed (Their Sins #1.5) by A. Gorman Page A

like most people change their underwear—every day, and sometimes multiple times a day.
    I’m a manwhore and I know it. Hot as hell too. Women fall at my feet all the damn time. It’s pathetic. Maybe if women would treat me like a person instead of a piece of meat, maybe my view on them would change?
    Nah, who the hell am I kidding? Women are only good for sex. Most people would think I’m an arrogant prick, but I call it as I see it. I’ll use these bitches like they use me. Yeah, that’s right. I never call anyone for a round two, so I don’t even bother taking numbers. I flip through women like a deck of cards at a poker table.
    In my moments of clarity, I remember the perfect relationship I had with Jesse. I loved her. I mean, really loved her. I wasn’t supposed to, but I couldn’t help that I gave my heart to her. She was beautiful, kind, sweet, and completely innocent. Nightmares of how I was a complete bastard to her, completely broke her, haunt me. Or maybe she completely broke me? She did. She made me a man, something I’m not now.
    I’m finished with Indiana and moving to the East Coast to one of my company’s sister offices. I still have my hands in cocaine dealings, but not as much since one of the main manufacturing sites was raided a few months ago. I am so happy to get away from Indiana and Tilly. I just snort, bang everything with two legs and a pussy, and live my life.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter
    Twenty-One
     
     
    Present Time, Aged 27
     
    The amount of coke I’ve been hitting makes Charlie Sheen look like a chump. Give me some of your tiger blood, buddy. I’m like Rick James, bitches. I’m getting ready to get my next hit on. As I’m prepping the perfect, white powdery goodness, my phone starts ringing—Tilly. I pick up, thinking she is going to tell me she is pregnant or something.
    “Hiya, Tilly. How is the world of richness?”
    “You sound like you’re in a good mood. I’m actually calling you from a few miles away. Want to grab a drink?”
    “Sure. Let me finish what I’m doing and I’ll meet you at the corner bar, right down the street from my apartment. Give me thirty.”
    “See you then. Bye,” she says.
    As I snort the warming powder up my nose, I wonder what’s going on with my dear, amazing sister.
     
    ***
     
    After we hug and order our drinks, there’s a few minutes of silence. Then Tilly starts talking.
    “If you don’t help me, I’ll make a few phone calls and have you arrested for coke possession and dealing. And everything back in Indiana? Well, with the help of my inside guy, I can have you tied to the place that was raided as well,” she says with an evil smirk.
    Damn, I shouldn’t have answered her phone call.
    “What’s going on now?” Like ruining Jesse’s world was my idea.
    “Your dear ex-wife is being her typical whore self. She isn’t as broken as she pretends to be. She’s been a complete bitch and has been treating me like I’m a gold digger.”
    “Umm?”
    “She doesn’t know that I am. She still needs to respect me since I’m her stepmother and all.”
    “Sounds petty, Tilly.”
    “No, not at all, dear brother. She’s working at McCoy Investments and rumor has it that Pearse is going to give her the company when she graduates in a month.”
    “Can’t you stop it or say something?”
    “No, I have nothing to do with the company. Pearse never talks to me about his business. I heard this all from my inside guy.”
    “Does this guy have a name?”
    “That’s not important. He’s loyal to me, and I trust he knows what’s going on. Jesse needs to be handled, one way or another. I want my hands on that company.”
    “Do you have a plan?”
    “I’m glad you asked because I sure do. This is what you’re going to do. First, you need to get completely off the grid…”
    She rambles through the rest of her plan, and all I can do is agree to do what she wants me to.
    I don’t want to risk the life I’ve started