My Ruthless Uncle's Justice

heap sedan sat in the dri

hit the road!" Frank call

ace alight with a rare excitement.

now o

t my breath catch in my throat. I pre

" my mother asked,

making my voice tremble. "The car... I h

God's sake. Don't start with thi

nufactured panic. "My chest hurts. I feel like someth

on the lawn, forcin

me, her face etched with worry

snapped. "It's just a panic

se, just... let's get it checked. There's a garage j

to Frank's thunderous one. For the first tim

," she pleaded. "It would make her feel

aste of time and money, but fine. Let's go. But we

car and got in,

ntle. "It's okay, sweetie. We'll get

was som

roadside garage. While we waited,

Why are we really going to Vegas?

ting in her lap. "Of course it

oice surprising her. "Frank wouldn't spend this

oke, her shoul

rusty from disuse. "My brother, Rick... he call

an I'd never met. A

were dead," I said

y hated Frank. Rick... he was furious when I married him. He called Fran

hose

ly she'd abandoned was my only