My leg taps impatiently as I wait for this asshole's meeting to be over. I feel the devil inside of me writhing around, wanting to be let free. There's nothing I'd like more than to kickdown those doors and beat that prick bloody. He may think he's untouchable but I can fucking assure you he's not. If I could get my hands wrapped around his scrawny little neck he'd know that.

I may be a substantial number of years older than him but I can assure you I'd fuck him up until he couldn't walk again. What, I'm sure he'd paid those men to do to my son, I could do with just my fists. I could probably take this guy out all by my fucking self without a bunch of other men half my age.

As I sit here and wait for him to be done I can't help but look over his secretary. I'm not looking at her sexually, but I can see why many men might. She's beautiful, young, and dresses with an immense amount of cleavage on display. The most shocking thing about her is how extremely similar looking she is to Raegan. She's just like her, it's a bit unnerving.

Once the meeting is over the woman gestures and tells me to go wait in another room. The room I'm presuming is his office. I stand and make my feet move to the room a few paces away from me. I sit in the chair across from the swiveling one that I'm sure is probably ten times as expensive as the one I'm sitting in.

I lean back in my chair and watch as he exits the meeting room. He gives a sly seductive smile to the woman and if I'm not mistaken he even winked at her. That asshole is fucking his secretary. No wonder Rae came back to Boston for two months. They were having fucking marital problems.

Just as it all starts making sense in my head he comes in. He's in a full suit, looking tailored from head to toe. His demeanor is arrogant, like he can't be bothered with dealing with me. I want to punch that privileged look right off of his god damn face because I am fucking positive that he's the reason my son has been in the hospital.

Liam stands behind his desk and smiles arrogantly at me saying, "Mr. McCaslin, how are you? What brings you across the pond?"

I look at him, trying to hide the fact I possibly want to murder him and say, "oh, you know, not much. Not like my son has been in the hospital for a few days because he was jumped for fucking some guys wife or anything." His eyes widen marginally and I know he wasn't expecting that. Because fuck subtlety. "Yeah, because that guy was too much of a pussy ass bitch to actually confront him face to face, man to man. He thought he could just fly to another country and have him beaten to a pulp so he'd have nothing to worry about because apparently his dick size is sub-par."

His lips purse and he looks like he wants to punch me in the face as he says, "I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. McCaslin." He takes a seat in his cushioned leather swivel chair, masking any of the previous emotions that had been on his face. "I've just gotten back home with my wife and son. I don't know what you're trying to imply at all or as to why you'd feel the need to fly all the way to London to do so."

"Please spare me the run around, Liam. You know your wife is in love with my son." His features harden and I know I've hit the nail straight on the head. "Why you'd ever marry a woman that loved another man more than you is a mystery to me. What'd you expect? When she saw him for those feelings to just disappear?" His jaw clicks in agitation and I know I'm getting right up under that tailored suit, straight under his skin. "You should've seen the two of them the night of the storm.  They kissed each other like their lives depended on it. You know, right before you had him beaten to a fucking bloody pulp and left in the snow behind his gym."

"Excuse me, Mr. McCaslin, I think we need to cut this conversation short. You're throwing around wild accusations and saying my wife is nothing but a whore for your son. I'm finished with this nonsense." He begins to get up from his chair but I let out a laugh which makes him pause.

"What? You're not man enough to continue it?" You aren't, are you?" I continue to laugh, sitting back in my chair. "Do you ever wonder if that's why she's not as in love with you as she is Seth? Seth would sit and fight for her until it was his last breath, which, by the fucking way, is exactly what he was doing when he was left to die in the fucking snow." I stand up from my seat and look down on him like he's the scum he is, "but just like the real man that he is, which clearly you're not, he fought and is recovering. I can also guarantee you that it's your wife in his head, your child." That makes a fire light in his eyes.

"He uses Raegan like she's some inanimate sex object, he always has. He's hurt her over and over again. She doesn't mean anything to him. He deserves to be where he is for trying to take someone else's spouse and use them like a means for his sexual gratification."

I let out a dry laugh. "Do you truly believe that? If you truly believed that you wouldn't have hired someone to take him out. You know it's a hell of a lot deeper than that."

He rolls his eyes. "No it's not. He just uses her, there's no sustenance between them, not like there is with us."

"I suppose that's why you're fucking your secretary, right?" His lips go in a flat line. "There's just so much sustenance behind that fucking cliche. Boss cheating on his wife, mother of his child, with a woman who looks just like her but ten years younger and works for him."

"I don't know what you're talking about Mr. McCaslin." His voice gives him away. It's obvious I'm right. "Raegan loves me. She's married to me."

This guy is the most pussy ass, lying bitch I've ever met. "Rae loves Seth. Whether you want to believe that or not she does. She always has, Liam."

"She loves me." His grey-blue orbs pierce mine angrily.

"She may, but you know there's another man that holds her heart more than you do." His jaw ticks and I know I've effectively gotten completely under his skin. "That's why you had him jumped isn't it?"

"He deserved some type of karma." The moment those words come out of his mouth I want to strangle him, beat the absolute holy hell out of him. "He had sex with my wife. My wife. The mother of my child. He slept with her. The love of my life." His face turns into an angry mask. "Your son fucked her, fucked my wife. How would you feel if someone ever stuck their cock inside of your wife?"

My mind directly goes to Monica. I think of her eyes and her beautiful smile. I think of her dancing, looking up at me with her curls bouncing in her face as she twirled around. I think of her sprawled out on a mattress. Her holding Seth. Her saying I do. And lastly, her untimely death.

I don't give a single fuck what this man says. There was never any competition for the love of my life's heart. No, Monica was mine and I was hers. There was never any second guessing. And I can tell you right fucking now if she'd married another man I'd still chase her to the ends of the earth. I wouldn't give a single fuck if she'd gotten married, if she'd had a kid. I wouldn't care at all if I thought I was the best man for her.

And now I absolutely understand why my son acts the way he does.

"He loves her, Liam."

"You don't think I know that?" He said the words resignedly. "I've spent the better part of a decade trying to be what she needs." He places his head in his hands, elbows on his desk. "She loves me with everything she has until she sees him."

"So, you thought you'd just have him taken out?"

"No," he looks up at me honestly, "I just thought they'd jump him, maybe scare him, not...."

"Not nearly kill him?" He looks up at me and he looks broken, not at all like the debonair business man that'd walked into the room originally. "He's in the hospital, Liam. He could've died."

"I didn't mean for that to happen."

"That's my fucking son you did that to." He looks at me blankly. "Picture Jamie years from now." His features fall. "What would you do if he was in love with someone he shouldn't be? What if he was beat down to the point of unconsciousness? For Christ's sake I found him in a puddle of his own blood in the middle of a snowstorm. If I hadn't shown up he probably would've died."

"Jesus Christ. I did not mean for that to happen. I swear I didn't." He's staring at his desk looking more distraught than I would've expected. After a moment he looks up at me and somberly asks, "is he going to be okay?"

"I don't know." My features are fixed angrily on him. "He's got a skull fracture, five broken ribs, internal bleeding, and is in and out of consciousness."

"Do you want money? I could give you-"

"No." I cut him off. "No, I just want you to let your wife go. She loves Seth, Liam. No matter what you do she's going to love Seth. She's always loved him."

"But she's my wife."

"You're fucking another woman and your wife is in love with another man. She always has been. What's the point of continuing a marriage if it's already in irreparable shambles?"

His features are frustrated but it's not with me. That anger is with himself. "I can't let her go. We have a son together."

"You tell her what you did to my son or I will. Do you understand me? There's no way she'll stay with you after she hears about that." He looks back up at me angrily and it lights another fire inside of me. "You tell her or I promise you I will do a hell of a lot worse to you than you had done to my son."

"Is that a threat, Mr. McCaslin?"

"No, it's a fucking promise." And with that I turn on my heel, leaving the room and slamming the door on my way out.