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***Ben POV***

Ben slowly approached the door of the restaurant, but he hesitated when his hand reached for it. He continued to stare at the dark grain wood door for a few minutes while taking slow breaths. He walked into the restaurant he could already see his Father, Jack, sitting at the bar. Silently he took a seat next to Jack while signaling to the bar tender.

"Scotch on the rocks." They sat in silence and the bar tender slid the drink to Ben. He took a long swig of the drink.

"Do you want to tell me what I am doing here at seven when I could be working?" Jack signaled to the bartender for another round.

"Glad to see you too, Dad." Ben muttered as he continuted to look at the bar and not his Father.

"Don't play that crap with me. The last time I tried to see you I distinctly remember you running out of the restaurant."

"I don't want to have a heart to heart. I just want my money okay? I want the money from my trust fund." Jack put down his drink and chuckled.

"You told me that money was blood money."

"Don't make this any harder than it already is. Just tell Michael to give me access to some the money." Michael Midland was the Sherman family's accountant, and was one of the few employees of his father he could stand.

"Some? What the hell does that mean? There is fifty-five million in that fund. Who in the hell wouldn't want fifty five million?" He smirked at Ben. "You have been refusing that money for sixteen years. Why do you want it now? Cops pay isn't so great?"

"That's none of your business. I came to you because I don't want to put Michael in the middle of this." Technically Ben could access the trust fund money at anytime through Michael. But he knew if he tried without his fathers permission there would be hell to pay. Jack would make sure he wouldn't get the money for another twenty years.

"I will make sure you get that money if you just tell me why you want just some of it!"

"Just make sure there Michael gets five million in my bank account. I want the rest of the money split into two other trust that money isn't for me." Ben singled for another drink and turned back to his father. There was a look of confusion and amusement in his eyes.

"Why in the world would you split the money like that? You knock up some whore?" Ben got down from the barstool and slammed his fist against the bar top.

"If you ever call her that again I will blow your brains out." Jack shook his head and sighed. Ben tried to gain control of his emotions and he looked around the restaurant to see if he had drawn too much attention to himself. But no one was looking at them. The people there were the kind who knew not to get in the middle of a fight over trust funds.

"Damn, just what this family needs. How much do you think she would take to get rid of it and keep her mouth shut?" Ben stared at his Father who had a look of complete seriousness in his eyes. He clamped his fist together to fight the urge to punch him.

"Chickie is a good woman who is carrying your grandchild. If you ever talk about her like that again you will never meet that baby."

"Calm down, I'll call Michael later. I'm assuming the one fund is for your baby, but what about the other fund? It would make Michael's life easier to know who that money is going to." Ben put money for his tab on the bar top and started to walk away.

"Kyle Brown."