>>1450Another drink ordered. “He’s the least of your worries.”
“Old bastard probably had given himself an infarction with how his son nearly died.” Wrapping an arm around Karol’s shoulder, Vincent poked at the large man’s chest. “It’ll save us a lot of trouble.”
“Maybe…” Karol tensed, eyes darting from Vincent. “But he might be the only guy able to hold back Rhys should Henry die.”
Redness spread throughout Vincent’s face, grip tightening on Karol’s shoulder. “The old man did nothing to hold that putrid rat. He did nothing then and he’ll do nothing now. He’s a stupid senile fool obsessed with some senseless family code only he’s kept to himself and never bothered to tell the ones who matter.”
Karol breathed deep, careful not to offend Vincent with any more words. Even before the scandal, the few times he had met Vincent he could tell by his eyes alone that the young man had a tinge of malice beneath the layers of ruthlessness and zeal. The kindness and civility he expressed to everyone was rote and none were the wiser when he smiled. Fortunately for everyone surrounding him, Daniel kept the man on a leash and quelled the rising cruelty. Whether Daniel knew of his role, Karol could not tell, though it had been obvious to him Vincent relied on his calm nature to soothe the inner beast.
Honestly he was no different from Rhys, but at least Vincent had his sanity.
“You’re right,” he admitted. Paul Allendale did a poor job at handling his son and grandson in regards to the business and Daniel, but what was done was done. No need to live in the past.
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