Piss On The Brothers’ Graves

Sean stared fixedly at Liam for a while. Then he laughed. He got up and flicked the drops of wine from his sleeves. ‘Okay, I’ll leave you be. But Liam, you should give some serious thought to what I said. Don’t let such a rare opportunity slip through your fingers. Who knows how long their marriage is going to last?’ Sean left. Charles closed the door after him. He swept away the broken shards of wine glass on the floor. ‘Young Master,’ he said, ‘Sean is just using you. He wants to see Austyn gone as much as you do.’ ‘Don’t you think I knew that?’ Liam sneered. ‘Who’s to say I’m not using him as well?’ Charles nodded and said no more on the subject. Young Master had things under control. *** Sean tossed his cigarette and spat onto the floor. ‘Fuck, who the hell does he think he is? Liam Cane’s a nobody without my help. I made him, that ungrateful, arrogant prick.’ Ronald, seated next to him in the backseat of the car, nodded eagerly. ‘There’s no need to get angry over someone like him,