Trevor Reilly’s POV
TW: dark elements, s*xual humiliation and description of m*rder
**The evening after Blaze and Carlo stormed the Reilly Mansion**
I sat back and watched with feigned interest as the stripper shook her pathetic a** on me, gyrating furiously in hopes of a great tip. I sipped my cognac, trying to drown out the memories of my home and sanctuary being invaded yesterday by my b***h daughter and the kill squad she has acquired.
Glory’s threats played like a broken record over and over in my head. “I won’t kill you, YET. I’m going to watch as these people take riches and power right out from underneath you! I’m going to watch them take this fine house, your cars, everything!”
“Sir! Are you okay?” I looked down and realized I had shattered the glass tumbler of cognac. I ha
