Christian POV
“Is your brother aware of what you have planned for your father?”
Matthew Davenport — my lawyer, and the only person I trust with blood on my hands — leaned back in his seat, watching me closely.
“Why the hell should he be?” I replied coldly.
“Maybe because he’s his father too. And maybe… just maybe there’s still a part of him that wants to forgive him.”
Alex cut in, swirling the dark liquor in his glass like it could change the subject.
I scoffed, sharp and bitter. “He’s not going anywhere near that fucker. And I’m making damn sure of that.”
We were sitting in the VIP section of Euphoria — one of Alex’s many nightclubs, all chrome, shadows, and sin. On the surface, it looked like three rich men getting drunk on a Thursday night. In reality, we were plotting my father
