"And you were going to wait to tell him until he asked the right question?" Kieran replied incredulously.
"What are you two talking about?" I asked, my anger starting to get the better of me.
"Uh, remember how I said that Uncle Mal wanted something from us...?" Otti asked, trying to sound sweet.
Too sweet.
"What was it, Ottilyn?" I asked through clenched teeth.
Otti winced again.
"Uhm, Kieran and I are legally married now," she told me. "It's... a long story."
I was fuming. This is not good. Not at all. Even if Kieran isn't from a top five family, Anders is still going to hear about it. Especially if he's a Kinahan. Anders might start putting pieces together.
"Get divorced. Now," I ordered.
"Dad, I've already told you-"
"I don't care! You are my daughter! I said you're getting di
