man.”
He listened for the disappointment hiding in the derision in his father’s voice. The seemingly imperceptible note of fear.
And missed them both.
“I want to know about the conversation I overheard in George’s office this morning.” Liam stuck to his plan to fight aggression with aggression if he had to. If reason didn’t work. “Why would our head counsel promise someone an impossible investment return? Even at its best, the holding he mentioned didn’t promise those kinds of returns.”
Liam had overheard just a small bit of the conversation, but enough to know that something didn’t add up. He gave his father the particulars.
George had been on the phone and hadn’t heard Liam wander in. It had been before seven, before office staff started to arrive. Just before Walter had called Liam into his private sanctum to issue yet another threat—the one where he’d be cut off if he went through with the Arapahoe deal.
Otherwise Liam would have asked the question earlier that morning.
“That investment will not be impossible to meet.” Walter’s words were quiet. Deadening. “And you are no longer welcome here.”
Steel could not have been stronger. Or more cold.
“I heard what George said. I know that account. There’s no way it’s going to make that kind of return. I deserve to know what’s going on.”
“How dare you practice duplicity and then stand here and demand answers?”
Liam checked himself against the accusation of duplicity. The pause allowed his father to move in for the kill.
“I thought you’d learned your lesson freshman year, Liam. Today you have proven that you did not. We cannot be a team, you and I. I can no longer trust you. If you will go behind my back, keeping pertinent information from me because your two harlots call your name, there is no end to the possibilities of other ways you could betray me.”
“Buying that building had nothing to do with you, or with Connelly Investments. It wasn’t a lucrative purchase. Or a building you’d have any interest in. And they are not my, or anyone else’s, harlots. As I’ve told you before, they are family to me.”
More family to him than Walter was.
“You moved trust monies behind my back.”
“My trust money. I’m a man, Dad. I have to be able to do some things on my own.”
“But not behind my back. That trust money was yours, but it was family money.”
“From my mother’s family.” Walter had met Margaret, Liam’s mother, after he’d scratched and clawed his way to his first million. She’d been born into the privileged life.
“It was our money, your mother’s and mine, when we opened that trust for you.”
Technically. It had been given to them at his maternal grandfather’s death, with the express wish that if they didn’t need it to secure their own futures it be put in trust for Liam.
“If I’d told you about the building, you’d have done everything in your power to block that sale.”
“It’s a stupid purchase. Those old folks are paying far below average rent. You’ll never be able to turn a decent profit.”
“They’re paying all they can afford on fixed incomes.” Liam stated the more pertinent truth. “And we aren’t going to lose money on the deal. We didn’t go into it with an eye to support ourselves. Marie has her coffee shop. Gabrielle’s a lawyer. I told you that.”
“And you, Liam? While you’re so busy exerting your manhood, you still expect me to support you?”
“I earn every dime you pay me.”
“You say you’re a man, but you didn’t tell me about that old apartment building because you were afraid.”
The little bit of truth that lurked in the ugly words spurred Liam onward in a battle he didn’t want to fight.
“I’m standing up to you now.”
Going into business with Gabrielle and Marie...it had been his way to solidify his place in their future. To make the three of them, their little family, a brother and his sisters, legal. He’d done what he had to do.
“You are standing only because you don’t have a chair to sit on.”
The old man was sitting in the only chair left in the office. “What’s going on, Dad? What deal did I stumble on this morning that you don’t want me to know about? Because that’s what this is about, isn’t it? This has nothing to do with a loser apartment building I sunk my own pittance into.”
“You stumbled onto nothing more than a joke, Liam. A joke.” Spittle sprayed on Liam’s desk as his father repeated the word. “George was on the phone with Bob Sternan. They were mocking Senator Billingsley and his promises regarding the Indian land he recently purchased.”
Land that his father had purchased, with a signed agreement from the tribe, and developed several years before. A development that he’d since sold and which was for sale again. A development currently owned by Senator Ronald Billingsley—the immoral man whose campaign Liam had once thought his father had supported. He’d later found that neither his father nor anyone closely associated with Connelly Investments had been listed as campaign contributors.
And his father had told him to his face, looking him in the eye, that he’d never support the crooked politician.
Mock him, though, yes.
George had been on the line with Bob Sternan. A senator who’d proven himself trustworthy again and again. A family man who chose to serve his state without lining his own pockets.
Jenna’s dad.
Another man he respected whom he’d disappointed. Jenna had broken up with him. But Liam had agreed to take the blame so she didn’t have to face her father’s lectures. They hadn’t been in love. Nor had they relished the idea of a match made for business or the sake of the public good. They hadn’t wanted to marry just to bring together an appearance of money and morals that would instill public trust in their families.
Liam had asked her to marry him because he was thirty years old and the old man had been ragging on him constantly about his duties to provide a Connelly heir.
And Jenna had agreed because she hadn’t had the gumption to stand up to her father.
But when the wedding date started to get closer and neither one of them had been able to see themselves married to the other...
Liam had told himself he’d go through with it out of duty. He’d given his word. And because the idea of a kid of his own someday was kind of growing on him.
He’d have been faithful to Jenna.
He just wouldn’t have been happy with her.
So when she’d begged him to dump her, he had.
Liam
