Give’m Hell Molly

＂Sean please, do you know anyone I can hire to assist me then? You must know of someone. I sure need me a financial business expert. At this point, a real damn brain.＂ ＂Oh yeah Mr. Playboy, I do, do, do!＂ grinned at the thought of who. ＂Although she’ll probably refuse with damn good reason.＂ ＂Who?＂ ＂Who you ask? Why my own...darling daughter Molly. She’s quite well known in her field, very much in demand I might add...＂ he snickered, only said that to taunt Alec, but it’s the Gospel truth. If Alec knew the McKenna family secret he’d die. It’s a day long over due. One he can’t wait to see Alec get his just deserve for deserting his daughter in her hour of need. And put-ting her through 6 years of hell. Grinning from ear to ear walked out. Calmly whip-ped out his cell phone, pushed one button and said... ＂Molly Sweetheart, time to come home! Time to, Give’m Hell! Like the fighting, Irish McKenna you are!＂