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When the guys told me they went to Mr. Neveah, I was dumbfounded. I was so worried about their careers ending over this, but they went straight to the owner with the problem. I don’t know why I worried over this. I know that there was no way they would allow the bastard to cause them any problems. Not with the ties and connection they have.
They’ve all worked so hard to keep me far away from the less than legal activities they’ve participated in, the less than upstanding connections they have. It’s worked for the most part. Very seldom do I think about the things Rory has been involved in, or my brother and Jax. More often than not, I forget completely.
“Mr. McCabe,” a voice says from the intercom on the table, “Mr. Alden is here.”
“Is he alone?” Jax asks.
“No sir. He has his son with him,” the man says.
“Excellent. Send them both in,” Rory commands.
I tense in my seat. I’m trying really hard to keep it together but seeing that monster makes my stomach churn.
I see Jax’s jaw tighten and his fists clench. Zane has a similar posture and expression. Rory, however, looks cool, calm, and calculating.
He looks to me first, concern lacing his features. “Zoey, are you sure?”
I swallow a lump that has formed in my throat and nod. “I need to do this.”
He turns his gaze to Zane and Jax, “you two keep it together. Keep your emotions in check. This is like any other game.”
“You know it’s not,” Jax says through gritted teeth.
“Act like it is,” he demands with a stony glare.
“Jax, Zane, please keep yourselves together,” Mr. Jones tells them. “This will all work best if we can hold our cards close and keep our emotions in check.”
Rory sends the man an appreciative nod. He has just garnered Rory’s respect which isn’t always easy to do.
The door opens making me jump a little. The older man enters first looking a bit confused followed by his smirking asshole of a son. The smirk quickly fades into a menacing scowl when he sees me.
“Marcus, very glad you could meet us,” Mr. Neveah says standing along with Coach Bailey and Mr. Jones.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by Alden that Rory, Jax and Zane remain seated. He extends his hand to the standing men before taking his seat. Wariness etches his face as he tries to understand why he is here.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why we called you here,” Mr. Neveah begins.
“I am,” the man confirms. “It seems highly unusual given the location and company.”
Mr. Neveah nods his understanding. “Jax and Zane come to me a few days ago to let me know that they may not be resigning with the Raptors when their contracts end.”
The man glances at Jax and Zane with concern. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he says genuinely. “A few weeks ago you both seemed excited to resign. Can I ask what changed?”
Jax and Zane appear either unable or unwilling to speak. My guess would be a little of both. Rory takes that as his cue to step in. “Mr. Alton does your son spend a lot of time in New York?”
The older man looks taken aback and confused at the question, but answers anyway. “He likes art, so he spends time up there when Waterford has their gallery for new artists.”
The fucking prick looks at me and smirks. I feel Jax’s muscles coil, ready to leap across the table. I reach under the table and place a hand on his leg, squeezing until I feel him relax a little.
“That actually makes this a little easier. Few people know that a year ago in October Zoey was attacked. Brutally attacked. She was left in an alley by the restaurant she was supposed to be meeting friends. The bastard raped her, beat her, and caused her to miscarry hers and my brother’s baby.”
Mr. Alden looks visibly disturbed by what he was just told. He looks over at me with sympathy, that I am trying to learn to accept, and remorse. “I’m so sorry this happened to you, Miss Valen, but I’m not sure what that has to do with the contracts or my son.”
Jax stands up from his chair with a force that causes it to fall backwards. The abrupt movement causes the men – except for Zane and Rory – to jump. “Because your sick bastard son is the one who attacked her,” he says venomously.
Mr. Alton turns a few shades paler. “That’s not possible. My son would never treat a woman with disrespect much less what you are accusing.”
“So you’re telling me that my fiancé is lying,” Jax seethes.
