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Kieran stomps toward Ronald and grabs him by the throat. “Do you know what you did? Huh?”
I nod my head toward the hall, signaling for the woman to leave. As soon as she does, I close the doors and lock them.
“She could have been raped. Or killed. You fucking piece of shit,” Kieran growls.
When I approach, Ronald is struggling to get free of Kieran’s hold, his beady eyes are glassy, and his pupils are blown wide. Is he high?
Kieran finally releases him and puts his hands on his hips, and glares at the older man.
“How dare you come into my home like this!” Ronald shouts.
Without giving any warning, I pull my arm back and swing, hitting the older man in the jaw. He staggers, his hand going to his mouth. Blood is already dripping from his lips.
“Tell me why you set her up with Bradley Du Pont.” My tone is even. Calm. Serene. That hit made me feel so much better.
“She—she wanted to go out with him!”
I swing again, hitting him in the same spot. “The fuck she did. She said you blackmailed her into going. You know who we are, Ronald. This can go badly if you lie to us. Very badly. So, I’m going to ask you again, why did you set her up with Bradley Du Pont?”
The older man grabs tissues and uses them to mop up the mess around his mouth. My knuckles are throbbing. I love the pain. It keeps me focused and gives me a sense of inner peace. It’s sick and twisted that I enjoy bloodying my hands, but I’ve never claimed to be a saint.
Kieran picks up a glass bottle from the bar and hurls it against the wall behind Ronald. It shatters, and the scent of whiskey fills the room. Damn. Old Ron drinks the good stuff. “Talk, asshole. Why did you set my sister up with a predator?”
“What are you talking about?” Ronald demands.
I raise my eyebrows. “What are we talking about? We’re talking about that asshole slipping GHB into your daughter’s wine last night.”
Ronald shakes his head. “Bradley’s a good guy. He’s running for mayor. He asked to go out with her.”
Kieran crosses the room in only a few strides so he can corner Ronald again. “The question is, why? Why did you blackmail her to go out with him? Why did you threaten to cut off the money for her schooling if she didn’t go out with him? Why, Ronald?”
Ronald shakes his head and dabs the tissue to his lips. “I’ve been trying to get him to hire me as his lead legal counsel. He’s wealthy. His reputation is stellar. It’s good for my business.”
I let out a huff and flex my hands. “It’s good for your business? Yeah? Is your business worth your daughter nearly being raped?”
“I didn’t know he would do that! He’s always been a respectable guy,” Ronald says. “I never would have set her up with him if I’d known what he was going to do. She’s my daughter, for fuck’s sake.”
“Your daughter who you blackmailed to get her to go on a date!” I roar.
Kieran shoves Ronald and shakes his head. “Your daughter’s schooling is no longer your concern. I will be paying for it from here on out. And if I hear of you trying to set her up with any more men, I will come for you, Ronald. I don’t give a fuck if you are her father. I will come for you, and I think you’re smart enough to know what happens when the mafia comes for someone.”
Ronald’s face turns deep red and his chin wobbles as he trembles. “She’s my daughter!”
I advance on the older man, and he shrinks back into the corner of the room again. “You put your daughter at risk for your own gain. She is no longer your responsibility. We’ll take care of her from here. And if I find out you’re trying to set her up with any more of your clients—or any man for that matter—I will come and slit your throat myself. Are we clear?”
He swallows as a bead of sweat rolls down his temple. “Yes.”
“Who the fuck was that girl? How old was she?” Kieran demands.
Ronald sputters. “She’s a hooker.”
Kieran’s face twists into a look of disgust. Then he spits on Ronald’s shoe. “You’re scum. Always have been. Always will be. I can’t wait until your daughter finally realizes it.”
I turn on my heels and stalk out of the office. Kieran follows, slamming the doors behind him. The maid is nowhere to be seen, nor is the woman who was with Ronald when we walked in.
As soon as we close the doors to Kieran’s Range Rover, I shake my head. “He was high on something.”
Kieran doesn’t say anything as he turns onto the main road and heads toward the estate we all live on. “You like my sister.”
