“My shit got fucked right along with yours, the Feds shut that down,” Nair returned.

The Feds?

What on earth?

“I need resources if I wanna make Sebring hurt,” Nair said.

“This is not my problem,” Dad replied.

“The resources I need are not money. I got that and I’m good with givin’ it up,” Nair stated then stressed, “A lot of it.”

Surprisingly, Dad didn’t deign to respond to that.

“Take him down, when I get those bitches he stole from me back, I’ll cut you into a percentage of his gash,” Nair bartered.

Dad glanced at me before he sat back and declared, “We’re done.”

Nair glanced over his shoulder at me. Looking into my eyes but for the briefest moment, he took in my breasts and hips before he looked back at Dad.

“Word is your girls ain’t stupid. They know easy money and easy money to be made off pussy.”

My lip curled.

“You have daughters one day, come back and repeat that,” Dad shocked me by saying.

I was not shocked because Dad was in that business. He wasn’t, never was and I knew that.

I was just shocked that he was intimating he wasn’t because of his daughters.

He shocked Drake Nair too. And amused him. I knew by the noise of the incredulous hoot Nair made.

“We’re done, Nair,” Dad decreed, doing it appearing bizarrely like he was getting antsy. “I’ve got a meeting with my daughters.”

“I’ll come back, you come to your senses,” Nair said, pushing up from his chair.

“I would suggest it isn’t me who needs to come to my senses. Both the Sebrings are untouchable and that’s been demonstrated to you especially because Knight Sebring has made that point personally and repeatedly.”

Well, at least that was a relief.

“We partnered up good in the past, Vincent, repeatedly,” Nair retorted. “Both of us did well workin’ together.”

They did?

That was news to me.

Unhappy news.

Nair wasn’t finished.

“And it’d be smart you don’t forget that because word is, you haven’t been smart much for a long time and you need good partners and you have since Leon put you in your place.”

I held my breath.

No one, not a soul, mentioned Leon Jackson to my father.

No one.

Dad’s voice was rumbling with contained fury when he said to me, “Our guest has lost his way to the door, Olivia. You can call Gill now to show him that way.”