“YOU BEAT A SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD KID!?” Riley roared from across the table.
River jolted back as if physically struck. “Jacob is almost eighteen, and I didn’t personally beat him. I merely used my men to…”
“River Matthew Foster!” Riley cried and turned to Sky and Lucas. “Cover your ears while I talk to your father, kids.”
Both Lucas and Sky put their hands on their ears without argument.
Riley turned back to River. “What the f**k is wrong with you!?” She glared at him.
Tiffany slowly chewed on her toast as she enjoyed Riley’s wrath against her father. He deserved it for hurting Jacob. “Oh, I can give you a very comprehensive list of things that’s wrong with him, Riley,” she said enthusiastically.
River opened his mouth to defend himself, but Riley’s glare was as fierce as a storm, cutt
