"What else have you done behind my back?!" Kieran Janus's inner alarm bells went off as he glared at Sylvan Cheney.
"You'll see it on the front page tomorrow morning." Sylvan Cheney's lips curled faintly.
"Sylvan Cheney, you heartless bastard, biting the hand that fed you!"
"Fed me? Go on then, tell me—what exactly do I owe you for?"
"You'll get what's coming to you!" Kieran was furious, almost incoherent with rage.
Over the past year, if at the beginning he'd still been wary of Sylvan Cheney, later on he'd completely let down his guard around him, especially after Erin Janus got pregnant.
No matter how fierce the wolf is, once you lock him in a cage, sooner or later his claws and fangs get worn down.
That was exactly what Kieran thought.
But he never expected that right when Erin was about to give birth, Sylvan Cheney would hit him like this.
