“It’s not my fault he was a weak f**k. If he were any leader, his men wouldn’t stray. He’d have their loyalty and respect. But he didn’t.”
Liam clenches his jaw, clearly not appreciating me having no respect for the dead.
“Connor wasn’t perfect. His men weren’t loyal either,” he snarls, squirming as I press harder down on his knee.
“Yer right, but his kingdom never fell until he was murdered. Yer dad was barely holdin’ on. It takes a real leader to rule…and to win. Yer da and mine…they’re both failures because this is all mine.”
The horror on Liam’s face reveals he wasn’t privy to the fact that Sean is indeed my dad. He had no idea this was very personal to Sean and me.
“So I ask ya again, where is he?”
Before he can answer, a car’s screeching tires and then a loud bang hint someone
