Chapter 3
“O’Connor!” a voice called.
“McDonald.” Angel O’Connor grinned at his friend. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“What I can’t roll into town and look up my best friend?” Lindsey asked.
“As a rule, no.” Angel told him. “Besides, I know you, Lindsey. You want something.”
“Maybe I do, man.” Lindsey chuckled. “Besides, as I do recall, you do seem to take care of the sort of problem I have now.”
“I don’t snort anymore, Linds.” Angel admitted. “I gave up that shit a long time ago, remember? You and Darla left me to fend for myself when the cops came while you two were living it up in a nearby alley.”
“We couldn’t all get caught, right?” Lindsey grinned. “Besides, Darla and I were otherwise...engaged at the moment then.”
“Get your druggie supply from somewhere else, Lindsey.” Angel said, this time more seriously. “I don’t do that anymore.”
“I don’t get you anymore, O’Connor.” Lindsey said, stepping away.
“Maybe you never did.” Angel said, leaving him to ponder.
“Don’t walk away from me, O’Connor!” Lindsey yelled back. “I’ll ruin you, you little fuck!”
Angel just kept walking and smiled to himself.
~Days Later~
“He what?” Angel asked his uncle.
“Your father died this morning, Angel.” Rupert Giles reiterated. “And he left all of his hard earned money to you.”
“That’s not possible.” Angel shook his head. “The man and I despised each other, Uncle Giles. There’s no way in Hell he left all his fortune to me.”
“Your father did love you, Angel.” Giles told him. “He just wanted you to be someone you weren’t.”
“So, what’s the catch?” Angel asked.
“A catch?” Giles repeated.
“There’s always a catch.” Angel remarked. “What is it, inherit the money as soon as I find a wife, or is it inherit the money when I have a first kid?”
“Are you mad?” Giles shook the younger man. “There is no catch. Your father left you the money, catch free. It’s as plain as day right here in his will.”
“Oh.” Angel muttered.
“This is a lot of money, Angel. Use it wisely.” Giles told him and left.
Angel looked at the slip of paper that Giles had used to write his amount on. His eyes bulged after reading it. What the Hell was he going to do with $500 million dollars.