Early in my legal case, I spent a month in DC jail, one of the worst experiences of my life. Conditions were so bad that lawsuits later filed by January 6th inmates forced improvements. When I finally made bond, the judge allowed me to remain out of custody under the condition that I didn’t move any of the Bitcoin they knew I had. I was fine with this—all I wanted was to be home with my wife and family.
A month into my house arrest, my brother, Gary, claimed he was trying to revive CoinNinja and needed access to my files. Trusting him, I gave him what he asked for, but behind my back, he stole the Bitcoin—714 Bitcoin, to be exact. When the government discovered the missing Bitcoin, they assumed I was responsible and threatened to send me back to jail unless I handed over everything else I had. To protect myself, I complied immediately.
For a long time, the judge believed I had orchestrated the theft. She was furious and made her distrust clear in court. My lawyer advised me not to contact Gary, and I told my family to do the same, but it caused a huge rift. My parents couldn’t believe he would betray me like that, and it tore our family apart.
The truth came out when Gary began spending the stolen Bitcoin recklessly. He blew millions at strip clubs and dance clubs in Miami, rented Lamborghinis, bought a $600,000 condo, and lived extravagantly. My parents begged him to return the money, warning him the government would catch him, but he refused. A year later, his wild spending led to his arrest.
Gary served two years in jail and was sentenced to four, but he was released before I was even sentenced. Now, he lives with my dad, further straining our relationship. I can’t forgive him for what he did—his actions not only cost me the trust of the court but also fractured my family in a way that may never heal.