Aidan blazed over the threat like he hadn’t heard it. “No. Actually, we’re all very sane. Your mother is too?—”
His brow furrowed. “She’s sick.”
“From what I heard,” I inserted, “that’s only because your father made her that way.”
Luc chortled. “Guess that’s what happens when you’re a morally corrupt sexpest.”
A beep sounded.
Brackton dragged out his cell.
“Cryptocurrency exchange KinoBit has reported thefts of coins worth 2 billion dollars, making this the largest crypto heist on record.”Rory practically exhaled the headline as the younger man blanched.
“No. No!”
“Yes.”
“NO!” His breathing came so fast and so loud that I knew he was scant inches from hyperventilating. “No. This can’t— This isn’t possible!”
I grabbed one of the fancy fidget spinners on Brackton’s desk and began toying with it. “Of course, you can access every cent.”
“Income and inheritance tax free thanks to one of our offshore accounts,” Finn enticed.
The guy tugged at his hair like he wanted to pull it out. “How?”
“That’s my business,” the Acuig moneyman stated. “You just get to spend your family’s hard-earned cash.”
Color returned to his pallid cheeks, but I saw the hope stirring to life, hope that not all was lost. “Nothing comes for free.”
“So, you learnedsomethingat your daddy’s knee, huh?” Luc mocked.
“W-What do you want?” Brackton asked, but it was a plea.
For mercy.
Ha.
“Rescind your conservatorship of your mother and half-sister.”
“That’s it?” he sputtered.
Luc wafted a hand. “Among other things.”
“Like what?”
I grabbed Brackton’s arm, yanked it behind his back, ignoring the pissant little fucker’s screeching, and prodded untilthe point of dislocation. His cuff lifted and I whistled at the sight—a brand sat there. Healed. Old. What the fuck was that about?
“STOP! Please! I’ll do anything!”
I ignored his plea and snatched the switchblade from my pocket. This was normally Luc’s MO, but I’d take one for the family.
I stuck that blade in his cheek and dug the tip in. “You know what we do to our enemies, Jr.?” When he shook his head, I clicked my tongue. “I know you do. You covered your face earlier.”
“How do we mark enemies?” Luc remarked.
“You cut a ‘V’ there.” He screamed as the blade sliced through an inch of his flesh. “Please! God, stop!!”
“You can’t mark him,”Rory screeched in my ear.
