This piece of shit.
I walk forward until my thighs hit the side of the table.And yeah, I’m close.Close enough that he has to tilt his head back to look at me.
“Keep your tongue civil.You are sitting on McCrae land.In her place of business,” I say quietly.“You don’t get to come in here like you own it.Like you’re entitled to one damn inch of it.And you don’t get to corner her and run your filthy mouth.Understand?”
I lean in just enough that only he can hear the next part.
“This doesn’t concern you,” he snaps.
“Kelly is my fiancée.Pretty sure that makes this my concern.”
His jaw tightens.
“Oh, yeah?”he sneers.“You think you’re some big hero now?You think you get to play daddy to my kid?”
The word my hits something raw in my chest.
I smile.
Not a nice one.
“Kid’s got a father,” I say evenly.“And from what I hear, that father cleaned out his college fund, took out loans in Kelly’s name, and ran off with an underaged teenager.”
“What?”Kelly gasps.
“It’s true.Just got the confirmation.Stormee was just seventeen when Mikey here took off with her.”
The rest of the room gets quieter somehow.
Mike’s face flushes red.
“That’s not what happened?—”
“Oh?”I cut in.
I straighten, folding my arms across my chest.
“Because the investigators I hired say otherwise.”
His eyes flicker.
There it is.
Fear.
“You-you hired investigators?”he stammers.
“Damn right I did.”
I lean down, lowering my voice.
“And you should be real careful about how loud you start talking about custody and lawsuits.”
He scoffs weakly.
“My parents are already looking into it,” he whispers.
“Good,” I say.
