y father wil

He ripped his tie loose, his face flushed a dangerous, mottled red. He looked unhinged. The

ed across the room, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. My head snapped back

ing useless and shaking on the floorboards. I made my breathing shallow.

down my hair. "Stay down there. You're nothing without me. My fathe

on returning to his eyes. He thought he'

eamed internally. Think I

tle of expensive rye, I moved. I didn't go for the door. I went for

e back of Cane Thorne's business card-the one he'd slipped into my

w how he's hiding the company money

es at the edge of the property. I slipped out through the kitc

in the shadows, the cherry of his

rd," Cane said. His voi

f paper from my pocket-the notes I'd taken fro

nt. He's siphoning family funds into offshore accounts just to keep this property-and y

m of the page in jagged, desperate strokes: He's o

a tool. "Ignatius needs to be neutralized. If the board sees this, he's finished.

"Help me ruin my son's reputation. Be the witness to his madness. D

er. I saw the same greed. The same hunger for control. If

g it with a feigned, trembling gratitude. I let my eyes go

his fingers curling arou

s, my face shifting. The "broken boy" mask fel

to own me. Cane

them both to each other. I was going to climb the family tree unti

ing Cane's retreating fig

the burner phone.

t a casino. He's in a Thorne-owned medic

ice. They hadn't ju