Page 27 of Secrets (The Sins Trilogy 2)
The smirk on his face dims. Then he shrugs again. “It doesn’t matter who you drag into court. It won’t change the truth, or the fact that you can’t handle it. Look at you.” He waves a hand in my direction. “Still unable to see clearly. The people closest to you can wield the sharpest knives. And in the dark, so far as you’re concerned.”
What the hell? Is this just bullshit or a clue? He’s too gleeful, and I can’t decide.
“I’d be careful if I were you. You can never trust anybody. Like Jamie Thornton. Iris thinks I had no clue, but I knew he wanted her and let him go for it. Figured the trauma would make her leave the country. But you had to step in.”
I explode out of my chair, ready to beat the crap out of him. What kind of monster engineers the rape of a young woman?
Sam pulls back, raising his hands. “You can’t touch me! My butler knows you’re here!”
“You think I give a fuck?” I say, walking toward him. An image of Iris from that night flashes through my mind. The shadows in her downcast eyes. Her holding her broken dress strap up, crossing her arm across her torso like a sad shield. The way she flinched, then clung to my jacket. The cut on her lip from Jamie fucking Thornton’s teeth.
I’m going to break this motherfucker. Then make him eat his own balls. That’s the least Iris deserves.
“If you pull the crap you did with Jamie, you’re going to jail,” Sam screams, pushing his chair back when I keep coming. “Then who’ll watch over my poor little niece?”
I stop, shaking with the need to break his face. He can probably manage that for a short while. His butler will say whatever necessary to get back at me. Although my lawyers will work their magic and bail me out, I can’t afford to be stuck in jail. I can’t leave Iris defenseless.
“Stay the hell away from what’s none of your business, Anthony. Or people are going to get hurt. You don’t want to be responsible for that, do you?”
His smarmy expression turns my stomach. But no matter how much I want to thrash him, I can’t. He has the upper hand for now. I have someone I’ll die to protect; he doesn’t. Still, that doesn’t mean I’m letting him get away with it. “I’ll pay you back tenfold for what you’ve done to Iris.” My voice is taut with barely suppressed rage.
He smiles with the confidence of a criminal beating a charge on some bullshit technicality. “Good night, Anthony. Now get off my property.”
