Liam stood squarely in front of his father, his fists trembling, his voice thunderous.
“And why did you kill him? What the hell has Marcus done to you? You had no business with him!”
His father leaned back in his chair, expression maddeningly calm, as if Liam’s rage meant nothing. He sighed deeply, clasping his hands.
“You don’t understand what all this is, son. I see you’re still as naïve as ever. Men like Marcus can’t be trusted, not from day one. Just because he dangled your fiancée in front of you like bait doesn’t mean he was loyal. He was playing you.”
Liam slammed his fist on the table so hard it rattled, his eyes blazing.
“No! You’re not supposed to interfere! We had a business together. It was none of your business!”
He jabbed a finger at his father, but the older man’s face
