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The guy trails his tongue slowly along his lip, as though deep in thought. Then he gives a firm nod of his head. “Okay. You have my attention. If your information is no good, then I’ll fucking end you all for wasting my time.” He smirks and stands, motioning for us to follow him with a tilt of his head.
We walk toward the metal staircase at the back of the club, the one with three armed guards at the bottom. I try to tamper down the feeling of trepidation as we follow this guy up the staircase, each step increasing my feeling of dread.
I can only fucking pray Bren O’Connell is a man who values family as much as we do.
At least then, we’ll have a chance of getting out of here in one piece.
Bren
I stare down at my phone, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Sky called me having some sort of bitch fit about Seb and Sammy emptying the contents of her toiletries into the bathtub. The little hellions switched the whirlpool jets on, and now our private bathroom resembles a foam party because they figured out how to put the damn speakers on too.
All this was happening while she was trying to feed Zachary, who is as clingy as a fucking koala. I don’t so much as get a look in with Sky and her bulging rack. If I didn’t enjoy getting her pregnant so much and get off on seeing her swell with what’s mine, I’d tell her that’s the last kid just so I can get her back to being just mine. Instead, I bite my fucking tongue and wait it out. Zachary is ten weeks now, so hopefully not too much longer. Isaac was way easier, that’s for sure.
I scrub my hand over my head and sigh. How the fuck this is my fault when I’m in the office is beyond me, but she’s like a wildcat when she gets stressed. So I told her I was sorry, and I’d send some guys over to sort the mess out, but when I suggested a nanny, she ended the damn call. I stare at the phone in shock.
Finn strolls through the door like he owns the room, and his presence alone makes my jaw clench because normally, following him is trouble.
My interest piques, and my shirt tightens across my back as my shoulders tense when three guys I’ve never seen before follow behind him.
“Sit,” he barks out at them, barely sparing them a second glance.
The one in the suit takes a seat opposite me at my desk. He’s well put together and looks like a businessman. The bigger-built one sits on the couch, and the one covered in tattoos glaring in my direction stands in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall. His jaw sharpens, and he pumps his hands into fists, making me aware he’s gunning for a fight.
“I said sit!” Finn glares with fire burning from his eyes, making me wonder what the hell has been going off in my club. The tattooed guy glares back at him, equally enraged and not remotely fazed by Finn’s outburst. Which is a rarity. My brother has a reputation giving him the moniker “Finn-finishing.” His skills with a knife are next to none.
I don’t know whether to be pissed at tattoo guy’s nonchalance or applaud his gumption.
“Brother, please.” The muscular one stares toward the tattooed guy. His eyes plead with him as though his life depends on it. I drag a finger over my lip and watch with intrigue as he pushes off the wall with a huff and plonks himself on the couch opposite, I guess... his brother?
They don’t look alike, that’s for sure.
Finn crosses his arms and leans against my desk, staring down at the suited one. “Apparently, they have information on Sky.”
My spine snaps straight, and my hands ball into fists at the mere mention of my wife’s name.
I grind my jaw. “Talk,” I grit out, the anger evident in my tone.
“We need help with a situation,” Muscled Guy starts talking. “Sky has a sister.”
I try to fight the wince at the mention of Sky’s sister. It’s something I’ve failed to tell her, and I never intend on doing so either. Sky was separated from her younger sibling and sold to human traffickers. She has no recollection of her birth family, and I keep quiet with what little knowledge I do have. Afraid to hurt her further, I made the decision to not mention what I know at all. Which wasn’t a fucking lot, only that she has a younger sister, and she went missing too. I assumed something bad must have happened to her, and therefore, I chose to protect my wife from suffering further.
“Her name is now Thalia,” Suit adds on.
I nod in understanding. Clearly, it’s someone they care about. Maybe they grew up together?
His eyes narrow on me, his voice turning menacing. “But judging by your face, you knew about her already.”
Clearly, I’m shit at hiding my expressions.
I shrug arrogantly. “I was protecting my woman; she knows nothing about her. Sky has been through enough. I assumed her sibling passed away.” I sit back in my chair and exhale loudly, feigning boredom.
This pisses off Tattooed Guy, because he jumps to his feet and throws himself across the desk toward me, but his brother holds him back with his arms wrapped around him tightly. Tattooed Guy’s face is red, his veins protrude on his neck, and his eyes bulge in hate as he struggles in the embrace to get to me.
“You steroid-built motherfucker! Been through enough? What the fuck do you think my girl has been through, huh?”
I should correct him and tell him I’ve never touched a damn drug in my life, but something tells me he wouldn’t listen right now, and I’d be wasting my breath.
“We want your fucking help. She’s fucking family!” His words sear under my skin, and I feel a prickle of guilt.
