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“He said get the fuck out, motherfucker!” Wolf blazed, and Thatcher held him back. Thatch got his arm, but even still, Wolf fought. Wolf shot out his finger. “You come anywhere near my family and my friends again, you’ll sign your own death certificate. Just fucking try me, bro.”
The thing was, he wasn’t lying. I knew my friend, and I knew how I was too. We’d do what we had to in order to protect our families.
With his attention on us, Bru missed my grandfather excusing himself. Bru started to go after him, but stopped when he saw Thatcher let Wolf loose. Bru redirected his attention to preventative measures then, blocking the door like he even could from one of us.
“Have you lost your goddamn mind!” Wolf spat, damn near foaming at the mouth. He bared his teeth. “Why the fuck would you let him in here? Guide him around security?”
Because that was what would have had to be done in order for my grandfather to get onto the Mallick property. The Mallicks had toned down the security lately, but there were still people patrolling the grounds.
Which meant Bruno led my grandfather in here.
I shouldered my way forward. “What’s your angle? And you better speak fast because I swear to fucking God—”
“What’s going on?”
I whipped around, a little fighter at the door.
My little fighter.
Sloane had a wool coat on, hands shoved in the pockets and a flush to her cheeks. Her hair pinned and lips red, she stepped forward in a pair of pumps that brought her closer to my height. I’d have fucked her in them today too had she let me at some point. I’d offered more than one time to steal her away, the red dress beneath her coat ridiculous on her curvy body. Not only did it hug her perfect tits, but the high slit gave generous sight to caramel-kissed thighs. She shrugged. “Why are you guys all out here?”
Bru broke away from the circle with a hand over his head, but he couldn’t avoid this situation or Sloane when she lodged her away in between us.
“I’ll tell you what’s going on,” I said, taking the initiative. I pointed at Bru. “Your brother was just about to tell us why he brought my grandfather in here a few moments ago.”
She hadn’t expected this at all. She whirled around, her sight immediately clashing with Bru’s.
Dude still had the fucking gift.
In his hands was that colorful package, evidence of all this, his betrayal. He lifted it. “I can explain.”
Sloane’s eyes twitched wide. “What are you talking about?”
“We caught them in here. Both of them.” Wolf was calmer now, and maybe only because Sloane was in here with us. He lounged back against his Hummer. “D, Thatch, and I were in here talking when Bru comes in with D’s grandpa. Fucker gave him that gift in his hands.”
I noticed he’d left out the reason why we’d originally been meeting, but at this point, I didn’t fucking care.
Sloane’s brow jumped at him before looking at Bru, and Bruno fucking shook his head.
“He was in here, but I invited him,” he gritted, not even bothering to look at us. “I told him about the party, how it was for my birthday, and we were celebrating.”
“So naturally you brought the fucker over.” I edged forward, hands cuffing my arms. “Meanwhile, my parents are fucking feet away from him.” All our parents were. All of them. I opened my mouth to say more, but Sloane had one hand on my chest. The other was on Bru.
“You better explain this,” she said to him. Had she not been there, I would’ve been in her brother’s face, looking out for his ass be damned. She let go of me to raise a hand to him. “Why would you do that? You said you were only talking to him.”
My brow jumped, Wolf’s and Thatch’s too. Wolf homed in. “The hell?”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” I asked, and she shook her head.
“I just found out myself.” She had a hand on my chest again, the muscle inside hitting it hard. “As far as I knew, it was just calls and texts, and no, I didn’t necessarily agree with it.”
But she’d known about it. She had, and she hadn’t told me. I didn’t know how to feel about that, and her hand didn’t leave me when she faced Bru.
“The communication was something that was his, and I personally didn’t feel I had a right to dictate,” she explained, speaking to me, but her sight on Bru. Her head cocked at him, her expression steel. “But not ever was it okay for Callum to be anywhere near the Prinzes or anyone else’s family.”
The words only got harder with each one spoken, my heart easing, my breaths too. She did care about this situation. She cared about us.
I mean, that was the reason she’d run.
