14
Little did I expect Scarlett to be spitting fire like she'd swallowed gunpowder.
Hands on her hips, she stood before the father-daughter duo, fuming with rage.
"Have you two lost your damn minds over money?"
"You old geezer, I haven't even asked for compensation, and you have the nerve to come knocking."
"I was so young when I got with you, even carried your child."
"Throwing pennies at me like I'm some beggar on the street?"
Uncle Winchester's face turned beet red in an instant.
My lip twitched. I had no idea their connection ran so deep.
"You're still using that old dirt to blackmail me?"
"Threatening to spill our past to my husband if I don't play nice?"
"Must be cursed or something to end up neighbors with you."
Though Uncle Winchester was using their history to threaten his ex-wife, she seemed to be relishing the drama.
Uncle Winchester lowered his head, muttering under his breath.
"Didn't you say yourself that your husband's got nothing on me?"