JJ
I read Havoc’s proposal twice at the kitchen table that night, once because I wanted to understand the legal offer and again because I wanted to understand the trap underneath it.
By the time I finished, I knew my answer.
Nixx sat across from me with one forearm resting on the table, watching my face instead of the laptop. Benny sat beside him with the abandoned remains of Millie’s spelling homework spread in front of him. Apparently the word necessary had personally offended him, and he had been glaring at the card for the better part of five minutes.
I turned the laptop around and summarized what Havoc’s attorney wanted. They would stop pressing several disputed property claims, including the alleged marital interest in some tattoo equipment and business assets, if I agreed to sof
