“what's for supper?” flynn stepped up onto the porch with his cigarette still lit. his father preferred him to put it out before ‘stinking up family property’ but his father would be gone a whole long weekend. he was overseeing the opening of a new grocery store… the first of theirs to be opened in another state. his father was pleased as punch and flynn should've been too, since the stores were his to inherit one day. but his father's absence meant he was alone with her. the gold digger. all weekend long. flynn scowled down at his boots. “better not be any of that sloppy joe shit again. had to work on the books all damn day, so i deserve a real meal.”
he looked up at caroline, his father's so-called wife, as he blew out smoke in her direction. she'd been sitting on her ass most of the day, no doubt. that's what she'd married his father for. trailer park trash turned first lady of a grocery store empire, or so some people had said after the marriage. flynn agreed. kind of. and it made him mad enough to want to kick her teeth in. he hadn't, of course, but she had something coming to her. it was just a matter of time. flynn's father might be dumb as a door nail… but flynn could see right through her. could see that she was the poorest shoe-in for flynn's mother out there. just looking at caroline made his stomach squirm. “what? you don't like my tone? too bad. daddy ain't here to defend your honour," he scoffed and rolled his eyes, “so suck it up.”