Anger rose within Blake. Swearing softly, he closed his eyes and fought against the urge to destroy something.
“Damn that b***h! What is she up to now with this mad crusade?”
“We will find out soon enough. Now, tell me what you want to do?” Norman asked, plopping down on the couch.
“Such a dumb question, Rothenstein? Bury her!” Blake growled. “Full custody? She hated having Iris, and now she wants the baby? f**k her! I'm going to fight that crazy, delusional b***h until the end. She is not going to take my baby girl away from me. Not while I still live and breathe.”
The lawyer took another drink of the brandy.
“Forgive me for asking. I knew you would gonna say that. Just wanted to be absolutely sure. I'll let Claire's attorney know we intend to fight.”
“You do that,” Blake replied.
