Chapter 152

Sherman — Hours Earlier — “You seriously think cuffing me to a damn chair is gonna solve your problems?” I muttered, barely giving the handcuffs around my wrists a second glance. The rich scent of aged bourbon and leather permeated my father's study, a place that should have felt familiar but only felt like another prison. I'd been trapped in this oversized leather chair since what was supposed to be a "family dinner" last night. My father stopped his dramatic pacing, his shadow falling across me like a judgment. "You have no fucking loyalty! That woman—that little bitch is why Zack is facing twenty years behind bars!" A humorless smirk tugged at my mouth. Of course, he’d blame me. Heaven forbid Carter Senior point that righteous finger at his golden boy Zack, the one who actually did the crime. No, better to chain up the spare son—the one he barely wanted in the first place—and play prison warden in a three-piece suit. Honestly, it was almost poetic. If this was a Carter family loyalt