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“She has all the family she needs.” I stare back at him heartlessly.
“Right. So, you finish the Lancasters and we keep our mouth shut about her sister?” Jace reiterates my insinuation with a tic in his jaw, obviously pissed with my proposal.
“Exactly that.” I tap on the desk, concluding this impromptu meeting is finished.
“You’re a fucking dick, man,” Cole spits out petulantly.
I gift him with a smug smile. “A huge fucking dick.” I give my business card over to Lucas. “It has a copy of Oscar’s, my brother, personal cell number on the back for you to use as a point of contact.”
The three of them rise from their seats.
“Oscar will be in contact tomorrow,” I speak to Lucas and ignore the death glares from the other two. He gives me a nod but nothing more, so I don’t offer my hand for him to shake.
Cole stops as he’s about to walk through the door. His eyes soften as he looks at me. “You know, our girls could use some cousins.”
It’s an olive branch, but being the bastard that I am, I refuse to deal with any more dramas. We’ve had enough of those in our family to last us a lifetime.
“Mine have enough cousins.” My eyes drill coldly into his, and his shoulders sag on my words.
“Not every fucker is lucky enough to have a family; some of us make our own,” Jace snipes back before turning and walking out the door with the men he calls brothers.
I sigh in relief when they leave, but a niggle of guilt tears through me at both their words and the image of another woman looking so similar to Sky and the fucking hell she must have endured.
I swipe the contents of my desk onto the floor in frustration with myself, letting out a roar in the process.
With a heaving chest, I snap my eyes up toward Finn. “Find out every fucking thing you can about them.”
He gives me a sharp nod and takes out his phone.
I sit back down in my chair with a sense of unease, a sickening feeling of dread lining my stomach, knowing this isn’t the end.
Knowing it’s only the beginning…
Chapter
One
RAGE
Istorm out of the club with fury flooding my veins. “Fuck!” I roar as my fist slams into my windshield, shattering it from the force, and the car alarm blares through the parking lot. My temple pulsates from anger toward Bren O’fucking Connell and his fucked-up attitude toward my family.
Lucas tsks under his breath at my reaction, but I choose to ignore him; not every fucker can be so controlled all the goddamn time. It’s not normal to not feel any-fucking-thing.
Cole glances my way with pity in his eyes, then opens the car door and slides into the driver’s seat—even though I drove here—taking the option to drive home away from me. Probably for the best.
My heart thunders against my chest as I breathe through flared nostrils.
Jesus, that Bren prick is an absolute piece of shit. The way he dismissed Thalia and our girls as if they were nothing. Well, fuck him. We’ll deal with the Lancasters ourselves.
We don’t need them.
We need no one.
“Get in the car.” I raise my head to find Lucas’s gray eyes staring at me, almost daring me to object—like he could do anything to stop me. The flash of worry in his eyes and the way he fidgets with the knife in his pocket, have my shoulders sagging in defeat, and I pull open the door to appease him, even though every cell in my body is telling me to fight back. To punish Bren O’Connell for casting us aside. Set his fucking club on fire with him and his shithead brother inside it.
My ass hits the passenger seat, and all fight leaves my body at the sight of Cole. His forehead is resting on the steering wheel and a sniffle escapes him. I glance over my shoulder, and Lucas’s jaw tics and his eyes sharpen while he watches himself flick his blade open and closed, open and closed. All signs he’s unraveling inside, losing control. My throat goes dry, and worry builds beneath my skin, itching to get out in some way. Any way.
Probably with rage.
