There was no freaking way he was going to let some asshole blackmail him, and destroy the best thing that had ever happened to him in his life.
Yeah, Graham was pissed off.
Whoever this was had crossed a line. Whoever this was had now made him angry.
He wasn’t willing to die, and they’d never seen this side of him.
Oh, Graham was willing to fight.
It wasn’t often he let that side out of him, but he wasn’t a Major in the Black Watch because he was timid.
He was lethal.
As he walked into the alley, he saw a man standing there, and the funniest part of this was he didn’t recognize him.
Not.
At.
All.
What he did know was he didn’t get fucked by this dude. He’d been lost in the misery, but he could remember a face.
Now, he was confused.
“What’s this about?” he asked.
The man glared at him.
“I see you had the balls to come here.”
It was an American, and that confused him further. Oh, he’d served with a few, but all of them Marines. This was definitely not a soldier.
This was a twink with a death wish.
“Should I know you, Lad? You’re pretty stupid to threaten me with blackmail. It’s clear you don’t know me.”
Oh, he knew him.
This was the man his fiancé ran away to hook up with? This was what he’d replaced him with? Granted, he’d been his boyfriend all of those years ago, but still.
This was foul.
After meeting the guy in the bar, and setting this up, he researched the man. He was nothing more than some groundskeeper at a rundown castle.
He would have confronted his man there, but the Blackhawks were good about having top of the line security, and he couldn’t risk it.
He introduced himself.
“I’m Riley Cunningham. You’re currently with my man. I’ve come to get him back and bring him home. Does he know you’re a whore?” he asked. “Does he know you fucked half of the village men?”
Oh, boy.
Clearly, this was the nut who Michael was going to marry.
And he was in town, trying to scare him away. Well, he had news for him. Michael knew, and they were married. Thisman had a better chance of dying than Michael did of going back with him.
“Is that so, Laddie? Well, you have a few issues,” he said. “He’s not leaving with you. I can bet my life on that.”
