“Outrageous. How dare you address the King of Redharrow by name?”
The head of the Stack family stepped forward, puffing his chest like a loyal hound eager to impress its master. His voice boomed with self-righteous fury.
“It’s him! He’s the one who abducted Natalie Pierce—and he’s the one who crippled Jack Dalton on the plane!”
One of the suited men from the aircraft pointed at Issac Monroe, voice quivering as he tried to regain some of his earlier bravado.
The accusation made Jace Kane, the son of Sir Kane, narrow his eyes. He looked Issac up and down with mocking amusement.
“You do know,” he sneered, “that Natalie was a woman gifted to my father, don’t you? And you dared lay a hand on her?”
He grinned wider.
“Tell me, have you decided how you want to die?”
Issac’s eyes turned tow
