Page 152 of Sins of Arrogance

“I would have in­sisted on it. I am their le­gal mother, no mat­ter who car­ries them in her womb.”

My fa­ther nods, sat­is­fied.

“The sec­ond con­di­tion is that if there are no vi­able preg­nan­cies from the cur­rent em­bryos, you are will­ing to have your eggs har­vested again.”

“No way in feckin’ hell!” Mick surges to his feet, his lack of emo­tion sud­denly trans­form­ing into in­can­des­cent rage. “Kara will never be forced to go through IVF again.”

I can’t see my hus­band’s face, but the way my fa­ther blanches look­ing at him tells me I don’t want to.

“You need more than one son,” Bro­gan says with­out his usual con­vic­tion.

Mick says noth­ing. He just stands there vi­brat­ing rage.

Fi­nally, my fa­ther sighs. “Fine. I’ll grant per­mis­sion for the di­vorce if you are will­ing to dis­cuss the op­tion should it be­come nec­es­sary, Kara.”

“Agreed.”

Still silent, Mick re­turns to his seat.

My fa­ther avoids look­ing at him which makes me sneak a peek at my hus­band’s pro­file.

His jaw is rigid; his en­tire pos­ture is coiled vi­o­lence ready to strike.

“You need to talk to your hus­band, Kara, but you have my per­mis­sion to file for di­vorce if that is what you re­ally want.”

I can’t be­lieve it was this easy. I ex­pected to have to ar­gue a lot longer.

But I’m re­lieved I don’t have to. Be­cause I’ve got an­other un­pleas­ant dis­cus­sion ahead.

Con­vinc­ing my fa­ther that Dier­dre Kelly has to die.

Chap­ter 38: A Womb, a Weapon, & a Warn­ing

MICK

Pri­mal rage pushes against my con­trol with the power of a rocket launcher.

If I speak, I will snarl.

If I move, I will kill Bro­gan. Then I will grab Kara and drag her back to our apart­ment where we will dis­cuss her ap­palling re­quest with our bod­ies.

I sit. I lis­ten. And I plan.

My wife is not leav­ing me. Not to death. Not to di­vorce. Not ever.

“Now, we need to talk about Dier­dre,” Kara says, like she hasn’t just taken an Uzi to our life to­gether.

“I told you, she’s go­ing back to Dublin soon,” Bro­gan says.

Then he looks at me with an ex­pres­sion that says he ex­pects me to back him up.

I’m more likely to blow him up and I let that truth shine in my eyes. The only part of my body any emo­tion is get­ting through.

He frowns and turns his gaze back on his daugh­ter.

“As long as she is liv­ing, she is a dan­ger to Fitz.” Kara’s tone is im­pla­ca­ble.

Bro­gan sighs. “She won’t be liv­ing in the man­sion for much longer.”