RILEY’S POV
Kael must be out of his damn mind.
First, he kept me locked in his house like some kind of prisoner, no explanation, no warning, just sheer dominance wrapped in a smirk that made me want to punch him in the face. Well partially I had slapped him, so maybe that was on my part. Then, when he finally let me go, he acted like he was doing me a favor, like I should be grateful for his so-called generosity.
And now?
Now, he was sitting across from me, as infuriatingly calm as ever, tossing a pile of financial records in my direction like they were the ultimate proof that my father, my father, was tangled up in something reckless, dangerous… criminal.
It didn’t make sense. None of this did.
I clenched my fists under the table, forcing myself to breathe, forcing myself not to exp
