The revelation of the frame job was only the first fracture in the foundation of the Richason empire.
The chain of revenge, lust and greed was going to split both families asunder.
Zeth didn't go after Nielle first. He went to the heart of the matter.
The double solid doors of Steve Richason's private study were kicked open, making a loud noise. Steve looked up from his mahogany desk, his hand tightening around his gold-headed cane, before he could call for security, Zeth was across the room, his head tilted up as he looked at Steve's mahogany desk, his hand gripping his gold-headed cane. His huge hands bared on the desk, a murderous and territorial ferocity.
“You set up the stinking frame job,” Zeth whispered, his voice alive with the dangerously soft pitch of a thousand whisper
