“That’s the problem. She’s too strong. I expected her tocrumble and lean on you. Instead, she’s thriving. She’s not going to step aside.”
“Good.”
“Then we need to find another way.” Eamon’s voice sharpens. “Get her to turn over control to you. Position yourself as the one running things.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“Am I? Think carefully, son.” My heart leaps into my throat when he pauses. “Tell me, does your wife know I told you about the gala attack before it happened? And did you ever tell her that for all of this time, you knew her father had been the target? That I told you everything when we were at the hospital that night?” He pauses. “That’s a pretty big secret to keep from your wife, isn’t it, Lochlan?”
I recoil, my eyes flying open wide.
“You bastard.” Lochlan’s voice is barely a whisper. “That’s not… you didn’t tell me what was going to happen. You said to keep my eyes open, that something was going to happen. You never told me DiMicheli was the target.”
My legs wobble like limp noodles, blood rushing between my temples.
“It doesn’t matter. Because I toldyou… before you married her. And you kept that secret. You never exposed it.” Eamon’s voice turns oily. “How do you think Adriana will react when she finds out? That her father spent weeks in a coma while she sat by his bedside, and you knew all along that something was coming but never said a word? That information made her a bigger target after her dad was shot but you didn’t bother to tell her. To protect her.”
“You son of a bitch,” Lochlan bites out.
“Get her to turn over the reins or I tell her everything. What you knew, what you never warned her about. Do you think she’ll ever look at you the same way?”
I can’t breathe.
He knew. Lochlan knew something was going to happen atthe gala, he knew my father was the target, and he never told me. He never warned me about a bigger threat to my family’s safety.
I told him that first night to never lie to me. And he’s been doing exactly that from the very beginning.
The whole time… all those nights he held me while I cried about my father… he knew.
“I’ll give you time to think about it.” Footsteps start toward the door. “Don’t take too long. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to sit on this information.”
The door swings open. Eamon stops when he sees me.
A slow smile spreads across his face.
“Adriana. Good morning. What a pleasant surprise.”
Lochlan looks up, startled, and the color drips from his face.
“Adri—” he starts to say.
“You knew.” Shock coats my words. “You knew about the gala attack. Eamon told you my father was the target. And you sat on it all this time.”
“I didn’t know it would be an attack. My father just told me something was going to happen. I didn’t get any other details until that night at the hospital,” Lochlan says.
“Details that you never bothered to share.” I step back. “My father almost died. He spent weeks in a coma. And you knew he was meant to die.”
“Adriana, I saved your life. The moment I realized what was happening?—”
“Yeah, great. You saved me that night. But then you left me vulnerable. Me, Luna, my mom. You could have said something about my dad being the target. But you didn’t. You kept his secret,” I sneer, slanting a glare at Eamon.
Eamon watches like it’s entertainment. I want to scream and claw his fucking eyes out of his skull; and if he doesn’t disappear right now, I just might.
“Get out of my home,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Technically—”
“Get the fuck out,” I yell.
