Chapter 30
Chapter
Thirty
SHEPHERD
Shepherd's hands didn't shake as he reread the letter, but something cold and sharp settled behind his ribs like a blade finding home.
The child's mother is creating an unstable environment for their son, and it would be in Oliver's best interest to have a more traditional family structure.
The words blurred together, not from poor vision but from the white-hot rage that crept up his spine, vertebra by vertebra, until it pooled at the base of his skull.
He set the paper down on the counter with deliberate care, the same care he used when handling something that might shatter or explode.
Gabe had shown it to him while he was still reeling from the shock of finding Evie insensate to such a degree that it was clear she’d already fallen apart.
He'd seen men - and women - like Adrian before.
Smooth-talking bastards who thought money and connections made them untouchable.
Who wielded lawyers like weapons and used their own children as ammunition.
The type who'd never throw a punch but would ruin you six different ways before breakfast and sleep like a baby afterwards. The asshole would get on well with Shepherd’s ex-wife.
A ferocious shudder ran through him. It was like history was repeating itself.
Stealing away another child he’d come to care for.
The only difference was this time Shepherd knew the child wasn’t his…
but damn if he hadn’t accepted the job. And nobody, least of all that limp-dicked excuse for a father, was going to take it from him this time.
Not if Shepherd had anything to do with it.
He might be a grumpy bastard, but Shepherd knew people. And he was going to dig up whatever dirt he could on Adrian Montgomery.
Enough to bury him under.