“If you touch one hair on her head,” Darius shouted toward the phone, his voice breaking as he fought the sliding SUV up the pass, “so help me —”

“You were always weak, Darius.” The rain roared behind her voice.

“You married a nobody who worked her way into your grandfather’s estate.

She was going to rewrite the family trust next month.

I spent forty years keeping this family’s assets in this family’s blood — not handing them to some orphan whose father died owing millions.”

The call went dead.