(Lily Allen - Fuck You)

"I thought you were getting some new digs… something… cosy in an 8 by 6?" Dick growled impatiently avoiding eye contact with his father as he recovered and picked the boxes from the floor and shot an assessing glance at Logan. "Unless Uncle Sam cut you a deal… decided to offer you a new career like White Collar?"

"You sound like your mother," Richard Casablancas senior sighed.

It was criticism and Dick knew it, he had forever been reminded of how much his looks favored his mothers. Whenever his dad had wanted to instill some lesson about how he wasn't being man enough about something, he'd bring up how much more he resembled her than his fathers poor man impression of Brendan Fraser as if was some personal failing on his part.

Dick studied the differences between the two of them, thankful that he didn't have to see reminders of the man he hated in his own face. His father's hair was much more salt and pepper than it had been a few months ago when his father had shown up at the start of the semester and informed him about the plea deal. Dick was sure it had more to do with the lack of expensive designer barbering than any feelings of grief over his youngest son Cassidy's suicide.

To think he used to hero worship this son of a bitch. Joke was on him.

"I'm pretty sure any of Moms outbursts would have been more than fair" Dick retorted running a hand through his tangled blond hair.

"I'll give you two some privacy.." Logan offered quietly returning a concerned look to his roommate and his gaze returning to their unwelcome guest. His arms crossed over his broad chest, still standing and obviously uncomfortable.

"No, I don't think you should. I thought the last time we spoke I was implicitly clear that a thousand years wouldn't be soon enough for this conversation" Dick said glaring at his father. Dick was silently grateful when his friend didn't move and infinitesimally stepped closer to him.

His dads chuckle caught him off guard. Seating himself on the white leather sofa he gestured at the seat opposite him.

Forget throwing naked polaroids over the balcony... what would hotel mangagement have to say about him tossing his dad head over to kiss pavement?

"Heard and duly noted. But since we are all adults here now, I think we both know that won't be the most practical since it seems in light of recent evidence that I may not be going heading away after all" he smiled. "We'll see how things go"

That last statement had both men snap their attention to the older man.

"Recent evidence?" Logan asked, apprehension filled the pit of his stomach.

"Oh yes, and honestly... I have you to thank Logan" he grinned, relishing their confused expressions. "I'll admit at first I was more than a little angry to find out that you had been screwing my wife but I've had some time, distance really, to think it over. It's true though, time away does bring a certain clarity and in light of recent revelations of Kendall's connection to the Phoenix Land Trust, her fake identity and absconding to parts unknown with almost $8million dollars of investments, I'll admit I was as shocked as anyone to find out she was bribing state officials to lie about those property deals Her infidelity only helps my case, of course it would be even more helpful if I could find out the name of the private investigator hired to take those photographs."

"You're trying to pin your Ponzi scheme on your wife?" Logan asked furiously. Kendall was lying dead in a shallow grave someplace in Mexico thanks for Liam Fitzpatrick and his connections to some local drug smuggling cartels. Now the guy who'd cared more about the size of her cleavage than her IQ was trying to scapegoat her as the mastermind behind his evil realty empire?

"Wow Dad, you really are the Chris Wilton of Neptune," Dick huffed in a disgusted breath. No relationship was sacred to this asshole. He hadn't shown at Cassidy's funeral and he had the nerve to show up here. He remembered Kendall's shocked reaction when she found out that his father had left her with absolutely nothing when he'd fled the country last year. Her name hadn't been on any of the assets, the old man had abandoned his beautiful adulterous spouse and now that could work out in his favor if he could steer investigators into looking into her as a person of interest. His father was ruthless, and with his connections, he could probably manipulate proceedings so he wouldn't spend a single day behind bars and serve a suspended 6 month sentence.

What were his plans for fending off the lawsuits from families of the victims on the small plane and bus crash that Cassidy had blown up?

His hatred of his father would forever be tied to loss of his brother.

"You think I'm gold-digging after your trust fund?" his father asked with such insincerity Dick almost laughed in disgust.

"I'm not stupid, you married mom for her trust fund, you Donald Trump'd your way through your taxes, you ripped off the parents of most of my 09er classmates, and including my favorite teacher, so I ended up flunking that class. I'm sure that life insurance on me and Beaves would have been just to help curb your grief and anguish… the only reason you found out about the Phoenix Land Trust is because you were trying to get information to force the insurance company to pay out because they wouldn't since he got all 13 Reason's Why and KILLED himself. I mean, I guess you are glad he didn't actually use any of that target practice training you drilled into his head and he didn't go Columbine on us or the list of plaintiffs could be much higher…" Dick snarled furiously throwing the box onto the table beside him. "The only reason you are here is because you couldn't find Kendall… so now you want me to bail you out."

The roguish grin faltered under the tsunami of vitriol that the younger Casablancas hurled at his father. Logan had never seen Dick so angry, so out of control, and it unsettled him as blood soared in his ears. His friend had been a wreck the last time he'd seen his father, reality, guilt and the trauma of losing his younger brother had finally broken through the superficial bubble Dick tried to inhabit most of the time. The rush of blood to his head made Dick feel like he was going to detonate, everything he'd been wanting to say to his father had finally come tumbling out and the man had the audacity to sit there nonchalant not even looking at him, just glancing into the ice in his empty glass.

"Another drink?" Richard drawled gravel-voiced. Placing the heavy glass onto the coffee table in front of him, perched on the edge of his seat, he regarded his son carefully. "Things won't always seem this way. Once my accounts are restored and the office relinquishes those the charges against me things can get back to normal." He promised in a whiskey smooth tone, as he straightened. The ankle monitor obvious beneath his navy custom chinos.

"Don't waste your reassurances on me. Cassidy is DEAD. There is no New Normal, and there is no US. This Family is broken. You did that when you ran away and left us. I don't need to waste my time talking to someone I don't trust" Dick snapped. "I have the only family I need, now get the hell out before I call security."

Glancing down at the silver-linked watch Richard shook his head.

"Some of us have moved on" Richard shrugged tossing a shiny business card onto the table. "I'll be staying in the Mirabella at the Galaxy Restort Hotel, when you have had time to digest this news we can catch up again. Maybe take get lunch at the club?" and walking towards the door. The knock on the hallway door revealed Jackie from hospitality coming in with a large tray of room service. "Ah.. I'm afraid I won't be staying but please, you boys enjoy the meal."