Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

"Motherfucker! Back you up?" David blurted the most insulting vulgarity he could think of. His eyes became bloodshot.
"Jameson, I can't believe that you even brought this up, you son of a bitch! Josh and I are blood brothers, at the very least. He
had watched over me when we were young.
"You're just a bastard child that that bitch gave birth to after cheating with the bodyguard. Don't you feel ashamed for coveting
our family's wealth?"
Carl glared at David and tightened his fists as he watched David spew vulgarities.
Jameson, on the other hand, maintained a faint smile on his face. It was as if he was completely unbothered by anything David
was saying.
"You set me up. You exposed those frivolous matters between me and those women. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be the
subject of the police's investigation. I wouldn't have ended up in this situation otherwise! The real instigator is you! It was all you,
damn it!"
"David, do you think that I'm truly the instigator?"
Jameson adjusted his gold-framed glasses. In a nonchalant voice, he continued, "Since young, you've always looked up to Josh.
Do you think that he really is someone who values brotherhood? Did he really have nothing to do with how you landed in this
plight?"
"Jameson, are you still trying to sow discord between us? How could you stoop so low?" David's every breath was filled with
hatred toward Jameson.
"It's true that I'm not fond of you. But at least I have never used you. Never ever have I wished death upon you." Jameson looked
at him helplessly. "I just want to claim back what's mine."

"You... What do you mean?" David was alerted. He could tell that Jameson was implying something else through his words. He
wasn't such a thick person to not realize that.
"David, you've been in the detention center for a number of days now. I'm sure that you've been pondering one question over
and over. And it is the question of how you ended up being charged with murder-for-hire.
"Aren't you curious about the truth? Don't you want to know who set you up to never see the light of day?"
Even though David didn't trust him, he still wanted to get to the bottom of things. So, he sat back down slowly.
Jameson beckoned to Carl. Carl placed a stack of photographs in front of David.
He picked them up and began flipping through them. At once, it was as if a bomb had gone off in his
mind—his ears were ringing, his eyes were bulging, and his face flushed red.
"You should recognize Cliff. He works under Josh. He reached out to your employee in private. I've looked into your employee's
bank account. I then found that there was a deposit of three million dollars.
"It was too bad that the deposit came from an offshore bank account. Thus, the cops weren't able to find out the sender's identity.
That said, I think the answer is obvious from these photos here." Jameson glanced at the photos, then smirked sinisterly.

David was almost crumpling the photos in his hands. Redness filled his eyes. "That's impossible... How could... Why would
Josh."
"Treat you like that?"
Jameson crossed his legs and curved his lips into a mocking smile. He continued, "He may have solved some of your troubles
for you, but he never did all that because you were his family. He only wanted Dad to think highly of him.
"However, that Madison woman had already decided to swap sides. She had decided to side with Alyssa and Jasper to take the
witness stand and accuse you of sexual assault. He had no other choice but to resort to murder.
"There was tremendous risk involved, though. It would be fine if things worked out the way he planned. If things went south, he
still needed someone to take the fall."
"So. He. He used my people to get things done for me? Then, he could push the blame on me if his plan fell through?"
David felt like he was being strangled. He could barely catch his breath now.
"Not only that, but I've also found out that your employee's family is now being restrained under Cliff's instruction. Aren't these
already sufficient to explain that Josh is the reason you ended up in this position?"
Carl chimed in to stir him up, "Mr. David, I know that you despise Mr. Jameson. But no one else except Mr. Jameson would help
you now. Josh caused your downfall. Yet, he still put up an act in front of you and tried to snag your shares.
"He's being so ridiculous. He's playing you like a fiddle!"
Like a fiddle?

David treated Josh as a guiding light in his life. He was his blood brother. How could he treat him like a tool?
"That's enough, Carl."
Jameson let out a helpless sigh, showing that he was concerned for David. "You have eyes to see the sort of situation that David
is in. He's already under so much pressure. You shouldn't add on to his worries."
Then, he rose to his feet slowly. "Although we're only half-brothers, we are still Dad's sons. Having grown up together, we still
share a bond.
"I'm not capable of framing you of murder, no matter what. I have no doubt that you are being manipulated down to the bone.
Then, you will be discarded like trash. That is just too cruel."
"Hold on!" The vein on David's forehead was popping. He was so angered that the muscles on his face were spasming. "I can
transfer my shares to you, but under one condition. You must hand over to me all the evidence you possess regarding how Josh
is framing me. I want to appeal. I need to get out of
here!"