Kieran lazily shook his hand. "Looks like you don't want to apologize. My girlfriend is upset, and as her boyfriend, I should stand up for her. Otherwise, people will laugh at me, right?"
The man on the ground, still reeling from the punches, couldn't even summon a word to defend himself. Pain overwhelmed him.
Kieran turned to Celeste. "What about you, Miss Howard? Do you want to apologize?"
His polite tone carried an unmistakable undercurrent of danger.
Celeste felt a chill run down her spine, if she said "no," she could very well end up like the man sprawled before her.
This man showed no mercy.
At that moment, Celeste realized exactly who he was: Kieran, the new head of the Stevens Family.
He had taken over only six months ago, a bastard child who had seized control of the family with ruthless precision.
