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I had the urge to smash my fist into his arrogant face, but I refused to give him the satisfaction. “Club business not doing well, Seamus?” I asked politely.
His eyes narrowed, and I remembered that look. The hatred blazing as he towered over me while calling me a bastard and a useless piece of shit. The sound of the door slamming shut as he locked me in my empty bedroom. “You can’t get away with this. I have friends, powerful friends, and the second this club fails one inspection or has one incident, it’s over.”
He did have powerful friends, but then, I did too.
I glanced over at Luke. “Take Savvy out of here.”
He nodded and Savvy moved from the couch as Luke stepped forward to use his body to protect her from my father’s view, but it wasn’t enough. The bastard had to open his fuckin’ mouth.
“I’ll double your pay if you come dance at my club,” he offered Savvy.
My temple throbbed, but I refused to say anything. Not yet. No matter how hard it was, Savvy was more than capable of answering him herself.
She did better than that. Savvy shrugged out of Luke’s hold and walked up to him. “I’d have to be dead before I worked for you.”
“You’re going to end up dead if you hang out with him.”
Fuck.
Savvy didn’t even flinch, but then she had no idea he was referring to Emmitt and my mother.
This was the side of Savvy I’d seen on the steps outside of school. Defiant, determined, and beautiful as a raging river glistening in the morning sunrise.
“Better to die happy with him than alone and never knowing what an amazing man he is.”
My father’s mouth opened in shock and before he could mention Emmitt or my mother, I stepped in and hooked my arm around Savvy’s waist. “Go with Luke, baby,” I whispered.
She did, but several times she looked over her shoulder at me, as if making sure I was okay before she disappeared downstairs.
Then I turned my attention to my father. “You’re not welcome here. I expect you to leave quietly and never show your face here again.”
“You think because you’re in a famous band now that you can do whatever you want? You’ll never escape who you are.” He looked me up and down with a sneer. “Look at you. Tattooed. Pierced. You don’t deserve to have the Kane name.”
I stared at the man who made my life hell for years. I didn’t give a shit how he treated me before Emmitt died as long as he’d treated my brother okay. But I didn’t need to take his shit anymore.
“Are you done?”
He pursed his lips together. “I can have it shut down.” He had a few judges in his pocket, but I had Deck, and Deck had a number of friends in the police department.
It was probably why for years my father had the club district. He had others who tried to open clubs shut down before they even had a chance.
He got right in my face, his finger pointing at my chest. “This is far from over.”
“Nice to see you again, Seamus,” I said, then nodded at Luke who was back without Savvy.
“Mr. Kane. If you’ll follow me,” Luke urged. He took his cues from me, and I knew he’d do it politely unless my father objected, then all niceties were thrown out the door along with my father.
I picked up my Scotch and chugged it back in one shot. Then I called Logan.
“You okay?” Logan asked since I rarely called him after midnight.
“You up for sparring? My place.”
“Meet you in thirty,” Logan said without hesitation. There were no questions as to why I needed to fight at midnight. It was my way to get rid of the anger, and he knew that.
“Give me an hour?” I asked. There was no way in hell I was leaving Savvy here alone.
“Sure,” he replied.
I hung up then walked to the railing to make sure Savvy was okay. She danced in the cage, looking fuckin’ stunning and sexy and everything inside me wanted to run down the stairs and kiss her.
I turned away, leaning against the railing, arms crossed and body tense.
It was the longest fuckin’ hour of my life.
As soon as Savvy was finished for the night, I made sure Luke stayed with her then escaped the club through the back door and went to the warehouse where I met Logan. We fought until neither of us could lift our arms anymore.
“Kite,” the maître d’ said with a broad smile as we walked into the restaurant. “It’s been too long.”
It was Saturday night and I hadn’t seen Killian all week. I wasn’t sure if it had something to do with his father showing up at Compass or not. He’d texted me though and called a few times just to talk, which was nice and unexpected from him considering it wasn’t like he had to or anything since the dating wasn’t real.
