appeared on her face as she saw Meredith through the window. Opening it up, she stepped out. “Hey.”
Meredith regarded her with cool eyes. “We should talk about this inside.”
“Then please come in.”
The two of them went inside, and Meredith gazed around. It looked just like it had the day before. The living room was clean, furniture was old but well cared for. It was obvious the carpet needed replacing but it too was clean. This was not the home of someone who fraternized with the likes of a gang like Heaven Hill or even someone who recently obtained a large amount of money. She wasn’t sure what she had expected – a brand new TV and game system maybe?
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Meredith blurted.
Arms crossed over her chest, Denise sucked in a breath. “Excuse me?”
“Working with that gang of thugs.”
“What are you talking about?” She tried to play dumb, like they just hadn’t danced around this conversation the day before.
Her smile evil, Meredith ran her tongue over her teeth. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I saw that car in your driveway yesterday. I saw the GPS attached to it. Why did a piece of shit like that need a GPS? I saw you get in it and drive away, so don’t tell me you had company either. Why are you working with Heaven Hill?”
Rage flew through Denise. Why wouldn’t they all just leave her alone? She was damn tired of everyone using her for their own agenda. The feelings she’d had the day before about not wanting Meredith to know the extent she was working for Heaven Hill were back and she reacted with anger.
“Get out!”
“I’m telling you that these people are bad, Denise. Do you really want them around your kids? Think about them.”
“I am,” she screamed. All the rage and fear began to manifest again. “I am thinking about them. If I didn’t do what I had to, they would go hungry tonight. They wouldn’t have food. They wouldn’t have a home to live in. Would you rather us be homeless and out on the street?”
She paced back and forth, her rage threatening to consume her.
“Have you ever been in my shoes? I’ve made choices that I never should have had to make because of an economy that doesn’t care about the working class. I’ve had to make decisions because of situations that are completely out of my control. I never expected to have twins at the age I did, and I sure as hell never expected their father to leave me. I have done what I can with the circumstances I have been given. No one asked if you agreed with it. I don’t recall asking you anything at all.”
She took a deep breath and marched to the front door. Opening it, she held it for her.
“Get the hell out of my house. I will not be a pawn in your game to get this gang. You want them? You get them yourself. We’re friends, but I cannot help you with this.”
Meredith walked out the door knowing she would get nothing more out of Denise. The slam of the door echoed loudly behind her. Meredith stood there shocked, but she wouldn’t be deterred. If there was one thing she knew, it was how to flip others to her way of thinking. She would break this story if it was the last thing she did.
“What do you mean a reporter is asking questions?” Roni asked as she sat in the clubhouse talking on her cell phone.
Liam’s ears perked as he heard her words. This could be trouble, depending on who she was talking to on the other end of the line.
“Let me talk to my brother, and I’ll get back to you.”
He took a sip of his beer and leaned back in his chair, eyebrows raised in question. “Who was that? Something we need to take care of?”
“That was Denise. That damn reporter has already sniffed her out.”
On the other side of the clubhouse, William inhaled from his cigar and waited to see what his offspring were going to say. “You still questioning my authority?”
“No, I’m questioning your common sense. Who in their right mind decides that
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