Chapter 25

Cliff let the paper fall back to the polished burl-wood desk. The picture of Rainair standing next to Gideon Taylor on a cruise ship glimmered in the sunlight like a taunting lure. She was smiling, completely unaware her photo had been snapped—whoring little bitch. Her smile alone was enough to set Cliff off on a rampage. He poured himself another glass of Balvenie Single Malt and took a swig of the smooth amber liquor. Rainair was proving to be more of a nuisance than a benefit these days. He had allowed her to run free for long enough. Now it was time to rein her in. The bitch wanted a divorce? Well, that could certainly be arranged.

The law firm she held shares in was primed for selling, but he’d be damned if she’d receive a single penny. B&B Associates was his baby from the start. She ended up on the board by default, back when she was easy to control. Now, she was running around with some wealthy buck from old money, flaunting herself like a whore. It was time to put an end t