“Do I have to go to the dinner?” Reese huffed irritably to his father.“Of course you do, you’ll be expected to make a toast as my heir…” Cillian grumbled back as he adjusted his tie.“Ah, fuck…” Reese raked a hand through his hair, frustrated he couldn’t act on the information burning a hole in his soul.“Reese…” Cillian growled. “Pack in the macho shit.”“I’m not doing it on purpose, Dad, I just…” He sighed frustrated.“Yeah, look I don’t like the guy either, so I’m glad your perceptions are on the right wave length but you need to learn not to show it.”“Yeah, yeah…enough of the lecture, I get it.”Cillian grinned, then clapped Reese on the shoulder. “Take your grievance out on his fighter tomorrow night.”Reese grinned back, his golden eyes sparkling. “Oh, I intend to, can’t fucking wait.”“That’s my boy!” Cillian laughed. “Look, do the toast, stay for the main then excuse yourself…you do need to rest for the fight and I’m sure his fighter won’t even attend…it’s only because who y
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