Page 114 of Beyond Rosy Irish Twilight

“Sheila!” Ambrose snapped. “Get the medication.”

Sheila looked absolutely horrified. “But, Mr. Buchanan—”

He pulled his gun and pointed it at the frightened nurse. It was time to step in and take care of business.

“Are you going to kill Sheila once she disobeys you?” I asked, walking into the room with my gun firmly trained on Ambrose’s head.

He stiffened, then turned around to face me, his eyes focusing on the weapon pointed at him. “I should have known it would come to this. But then again, you aren’t really who you say you are.”

So, he knew. “What gave me away?”

“The bug in my office. Didn’t you wonder why I never made any more phone calls?”

“It crossed my mind,” I said as I walked further into the room.

“It took you long enough to make your move. What tipped the scales?”

“Marrick. Does that name ring any bells?”

His eyebrows rose curiously. “A former guard of mine.”

“Currently residing in my basement,” I snapped. “The very man that attacked your daughter. You should have gotten rid of him. That was your first mistake.”

Confusion marred his face as he stared at me. “What does Marrick have to do with anything?”

“You let him go. Why?”

“He made one small error.”

“He fucking whipped your daughter!” I shouted. “You allowed him to live. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“He was putting her in her place!” he shouted, spittle flying through the air as his anger rose. He didn’t like being challenged or called out on his mistakes, but I was beyond caring.

“He tried to fucking rape her,” I retorted. “What the fuck kind of father are you?”

“Ambrose,” Mrs. Buchanan whispered in horror. “What did you do?”

He scoffed, turning to his wife. “She was always too much like you.”

“I left a trail of evidence to lead her right to you,” his wife said, a slight smile curling her lips.

“Then it’s your fault for what happened to her,” Ambrose snarled, his voice cutting.

“And this is all on your head,” I cut in. “Everything that happened is because of your own stupidity. You should have gotten rid of him when you could.”

“I made sure he paid for what he did.”

“If you had done that, he wouldn’t be breathing. What kind of father allows his daughter to be nearly raped and then lets the asshole that did it live?”

“He paid,” Ambrose argued. “I cut off his balls.”

I barked out a laugh. The fact that he thought that would inspire loyalty was hilarious. “And you thought that would endear you to him?”

“He’s still loyal to me,” Ambrose snapped.

“He’s the one who attacked you, asshole. He’s been coming after Jade, and when he couldn’t get her, he decided to go after you.”

He stiffened at the implication. “You’re saying he’s responsible for the attack on my property.”

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