I stared at Mack’s Grandfather before doing as he said and sitting down on the sofa. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole because I doubt I could face his wrath and live to tell the tale.
He smiled as soon as I sat down and before I could utter a word or try to explain my side of the story he started speaking, “You didn’t belong to Mack. You and your family are the responsibility of my son. Correct?” I nodded because there was literally nothing else I could do unless I wanted to provoke him. And no one was dumb enough to provoke the Patriarch of the Diamandis family. “However, my grandson wanted you, and when he wants something—or someone—” he shot a pointed look at me. “There is no one who can stop him from getting it. So when he came to tell me that he wants you, I knew
