“I apologize for my tardiness, Mr. Grimwald. This old fart told you wanted to crack his skull open, didn’t he? Well, please—if it pleases you, go ahead! I’ll stand right here. If he so much as twitches, I can wipe out the entire Canien family in one night.”
Baron glanced at James sharply.
James heard every word. His face turned ghost–white, and his knees gave out beneath him. A delayed realization hit him.
Baron and Sebastian knew each other. Worse, judging by Baron’s attitude, Sebastian outranked him–by status, power, or both.
Who the hell had he offended?
“p–Please, M–Mr. Grimwald! Have mercy! I didn’t know who you were!” James stammered. “If I had, I never would’ve said any of those things! Please, think of Rhea. I am her father!”
He had never regretted anything this much in his life. That steel bat was supposed to punish this man. How had it ended up aimed at his own head?
Just look at Sebastian–he was built like a fighter. He could cripple James without even trying… if James survived at all.
I didn’t move. Honestly, how did someone as kind and beautiful as Rhea come from this man’s loins?
Baron noticed my silence and picked up the bat himself. He pointed it at James‘ head, then swung it a few times like he was warming up. “I get it. You don’t want to dirty your hands. No worries. I’m here. Just say the word, and this old bastard’s done for.
James felt the breeze from the swing and nearly lost control of his bladder. “No! Please, no! I was wrong, I know I was wrong! Forgive this fool and his pathetic behavior! R–Rhea still needs her father!”
There it was again, tossing his daughter around like some kind of bargaining chip.
Baron couldn’t care less. His eyes never left mine.
James could tell the decision rested with me. He crawled closer and groveled at my feet.
“Mr. Grimwald, please! You can marry our daughter! I was wrong! We’re the ones out of your league! Please accept my daughter and my apology! Don’t let him hit me!”
In the end, I gave in for Rhea’s sake and helped him to his feet. “This is getting out of hand. I just want you to stop objectifying your daughter. Understood?”
“Of course, sir! I won’t ever do it again!” James blurted, nodding eagerly, every inch the sycophant he was born to be.
I couldn’t stand his groveling a moment longer. I waved him off.
“Did you hear that?” Baron barked. “Thank Mr. Grimwald for his mercy and get the hell out!”
James shuddered. “Thank you! Thank you so much, Mr. Grimwald. I’ll leave right now!”
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