Chapter 191: Ill Intent

Heartless? Not a chance. No bait, no catch. It was a ruthless saying, and Jace Casson lived by it. In his eyes, a son was worth less than a speck of dust. Letting Harley Casson play bait, letting him finish a task in his stead, was about as much "respect" as Jace would ever show him. For dying, he'd think a hair better of him than he ever did Raphael or Aldo, maybe even toss off a line like, "Thanks. At least you did me one favor." "Ah, is that Jace Casson, head of the Casson family, richest...