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“Dad, seriously!” Busy grabbed the bat from him and threw it on the bed. “Both of you. Out.” She pointed at the door. “Now!”
Tray smirked but did as he was told.
I felt like I was dealing with someone my own age and not someone who was old enough to be my father. But if I had a daughter and she was sleeping with the enemy, I would have reacted the same way. I just wasn’t going to tell him that.
“This is ridiculous,” Busy said just as Greyson came down the stairs followed by Catch and the twins. “Uncle Greyson, tell him.”
“Tell him what exactly?” Greyson asked her.
“That he’s being crazy and unreasonable.” She turned to me. “He is. Ignore him. I’ve never had a boyfriend before, so he’s acting weird.”
But I knew. This was it. And there was not a damn thing I could do about it. Not when Catch moved to my left and Sammy moved to my right. Not when Shade came down the stairs and joined our little party. Cyrus walked past us and went into the room I had been living in for almost two months.
When he came back a few minutes later, he shook his head.
Greyson stepped in front of me. “Did you tell her?”
“I told her about the video.” But that was it. It was too dangerous to tell her anything else.
“What’s going on?” I heard Busy ask but all I could do was stare at a man who had taken me in. Who had given me a roof over my head and helped put food in my stomach. But as his deep blue eyes peered into mine, it made me uneasy. But I refused to look away. I needed him to see that I would win this fight. For Busy. Not for myself but for her. She let me into her heart when she didn’t have to. I owed her.
“You’re not so scary, are you?” Greyson murmured.
I wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted to know or even what he was getting at. But no matter what they wanted; I couldn’t do it. Not in front of Busy. “Take her out of here.”
“What?” She gasped. “No! You can’t.”
“Do it,” Greyson demanded.
“No! Tanner.” She rushed to me, pushing her uncle back and I knew it was only because he let her. “What are you doing?”
I looked down at her then.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide and unsure. She was scared. For me. For what her family was capable of.
“Don’t be scared Busy,” I told her softly. “Everything will be fine.”
“You don’t know that.” She latched onto my hoodie, pushing her face against my chest.
I circled an arm around her shoulders, holding her against me. “Whatever you do to me, don’t tell her,” I told Greyson. I didn’t want her having those memories of her family doing something evil and depraved. She trusted these men and if they did what I knew they had been wanting to do all along, this would be a side of them that she would never be able to get over.
She sobbed, holding me tight.
Busy knew just as much as I did that her family could end me. They loved her and looked out for her, but this was bigger than the both of us.
“Promise me,” I grit out, holding her against me. “Greyson, damnit. Promise me!”
He looked down at his niece and back up to me.
“Grey.” Tray went up to his president, muttering something in his ear.
Greyson nodded. “Fine. I promise.”
As soon as those words left his mouth, I shoved Busy away, pushed her out of my arms, and charged into the bedroom.
Muttered curses sounded but I knew that I had at least half a minute before all hell broke loose.
“What the fuck?” someone demanded, the sound of a gun being cocked, flowed into my ears and sent a hot tingle racing down my spine.
