DOMINIC
I scoffed, staring at the news headline.
The Golden Boy of the Fletchers Has a Weird Kink.
There had been a flood of headlines like this since Owen's video surfaced two days ago.
"Seems you can't buy your way out of this one, brother," I murmured, tossing the paper aside. I could only imagine how hard he must've tried to clear his son's name, but more dirt just kept piling up.
Serves the idiot right for being a dickhead. He deserved more than he was getting. But his father deserved even more.
The ringing of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I leaned forward and glanced at the screen.
Richard.
I frowned, picking it up. "What's up?"
"Boss!" Richard's voice came through, strained and ragged. His breaths were short, panicked—like someone had a hand around his throat.
"What's going on? How's Harper?" I snapped, my spine straightening.
