Chapter 22
“I don’t give a fuck what he likes. I know why he did this.”
“Really? Maybe he wants to get you away from that trailer tra—”
Dezi took him by his starched collar, rammed him up against a wall, and said, “Don’t say it, don’t even think it, Delacroix. Yeah, he wants to get me away from Rox, but only because he wants him for himself.”
“You’re insane.”
“Oh, no, he’s the one who’s insane. He referred to himself as the ‘golden goose.’ You see, Delacroix, my father doesn’t think much of himself. His only worth is in his money, and he knows that. That’s why he throws it around the way he does. That’s what he got you with, isn’t it? His money talks, but only the ugly, low-down kind of people listen to it. People like you.”
“You bastard—”