can be exhumed if needs be."
Kyan's eyebrows raised as he looked at the information I was presenting, and the corner of my lips twitched as I took a moment to be proud of the noose I'd just placed around Liam's neck.
"If you're interested in opening any of the other tabs, you will find similar information on each and every relevant member of your family. Aside from Kyan of course."
"What have you got on me?" Niall asked curiously and I lifted my eyes to meet his as he stepped forward eagerly, not like he was worried about what I had, more like he was curious.
"Actually, Kyan requested I bury the evidence against you in light of the help you've offered us," I admitted.
"So, you haven't got anything?" he asked, seeming disappointed.
"I found an awful lot that could be linked to you - but I will say you're better at covering your tracks than the rest of your family. So it’s possible that you may have been able to avoid incarceration or at least plead insanity. I tend to think it's because you're a deranged madman and your impulses are so random that you're too unpredictable to trace. But perhaps it's just luck." I shrugged and Niall beamed like that was the greatest compliment he’d ever received.
"I'll get Saint to send you a scrap book filled with all the things he found," Kyan suggested with a smirk, seeming to be over the whole issue of me almost getting my brains blown out. And I felt it was beneficial to him to have a good relationship with at least one family member, so I decided to let that slide too.
“Also, as you know, when we took down Royaume D’élite we burned it to the ground, but I haven’t been entirely forthcoming about what else I did there. I managed to locate a hard drive which held information on countless highly illegal deals that the members of that club have taken part in as well as the key to the numbers members were given to conceal their identities. In addition to the other information I had already gathered on your organisation, I now have records of all the deals you made with the other members of that club. I know you undertook several high profile assassinations and that you have taken part in insider trading alongside extensive money laundering and other more than questionable activities. All of the information I got on that place and its members will be delivered to the FBI in due course, but as a show of friendship I have taken great care to remove every single scrap of evidence linking anything in there to you and your family. Assuming you accept our deal, it will stay that way.”
"What deal are you proposing?" Liam asked, his gaze flying over the information in the file as he found my claims to be entirely true.
"Now, nothing," I replied simply. "Kyan will leave here with us and you will relinquish him from any and every responsibility you had thought to give him within your organisation. We can part as friends, if you like. I understand that your entire reason for joining up to Royaume D’élite was so that you could gain powerful friends and I guarantee you will never make a friend more powerful than me. So you allow Kyan to be his own man and build his own kingdom as he put it. If you have need of me or Kyan in the future I’m sure we could come to an agreement. Similarly, if we have need of your empire, we'll know who to call. We can remain friends, but he will no longer serve beneath you.”
"And you want this?" Liam asked, his attention fixed on Kyan. "I had you pegged for top dog, you know that, lad?"
"I do," Kyan agreed, leaning back in his chair. "But I don't want it. I mean, I'm flattered and all that you think I'd be the right fit, but it just isn't me. I want out. I wanna make my own life, Grandpa. That's all."
Liam toked on his cigarette, his eyes narrowed like he was hunting for a way out of this then he exhaled slowly, blowing a cloud of smoke at us.
"Alright," he agreed finally, and my chest deflated as I closed the laptop and slid it back into my bag. "Friends. But don't go thinking I won't make good on that offer. A file or two like this on some of my enemies