‘Who killed Kendall?’ bellowed Lance.

Without even blinking, Alastair curled his lip and glared in silence.

‘I said, who killed her?’

Alastair wasn’t going to back down; he remained stony-faced as if he was getting a kick out of winding Lance up. But he knew it would be Lance who would have the last laugh. Alastair wasn’t stupid. He knew there was no way he was getting out of this alive. But he was adamant he would go down with a smile on his face.

‘You cunt. It was you! You raped my daughter, ’cos you wanted her for yourself. I knew she wanted out of that house for no other reason than she couldn’t stand you. Kendall could handle Rebecca, but you ogling my daughter was just a step away from you touching her. I fucking knew it was you, all along.’

A small laugh escaped Alastair’s lips. ‘But she wasn’t your daughter, Lance.’

Lance was on the point of laying into him, but Willie grabbed Lance first. ‘Easy, mate. He’ll talk. Trust my girl here. When she gets started on him, he’ll sing like Susan Boyle on crack.’

Lance received an arrogant smirk from Alastair, but instead of going for him again, Lance turned his head away. He needed to be bigger than the other man – to stay in control and not kill him stone-dead.

‘Willie, cut Torvic’s gag and try not to fuck his face up. I think I would like to do that myself.’

Willie, now in his element, couldn’t contain himself. ‘It’s not ladylike, babe.’

She nodded in a cold, controlled fashion. ‘Oh, I know, Willie, but shit happens!’

Willie chuckled again and removed the gag, leaving just a minor graze. Torvic couldn’t get the words out quickly enough.

‘You, fucking stupid fool. You think you could ever step into that prick Izzy’s shoes? Dream on, lady! He may have run me out of the country once, but that was a big mistake. The manor wasn’t his to run, it was mine. And whether you like it or not, you’ll never take control.’ He looked around the room. ‘The Regans are history. You’ll all fall flat on your faces. You should’ve listened to me. I would’ve helped you to build a fucking empire,’ screamed Torvic.

‘I would never have worked with the likes of you. I may never be able to walk in my father’s shoes, but the one thing I will always do is to follow in his footsteps and play by the rules.’