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Chapter Thirty Five

Cyrus

“Where are we going?” she asks, climbing onto my bike.

“We have a stop to make first, then, baby girl, I’m taking you on a run to show off our girl,” I tease, squeezing her hands. She doesn’t protest, and the others follow as I pull out onto the road and turn towards the city and the destination I have in mind.

I need to see his reaction and know if he has learned anything, or if he’s still the same fool he always was.

Blair is right. My dad needed to see this, and Meredith needed to be taken down, but it’s not just his heart on the line—it’s hers. I have to put protection in place for her, to be free of her even if she doesn’t know that, and that starts with my father and understanding if he’s on our side... or hers.

By the time we pull up to the office, Bray and Asher know. I see it in the stern, sad expressions on their faces. When I swing off the bike, Blair stares up at the skyscraper with a whistle. “Where are we?”

“Crew headquarters,” I answer, offering her my hand, and she grabs it and swings off. I tug her after me, and she starts to walk behind us, but I pull her up to my side. Bray walks on her other side, and Asher is beside me, presenting a united front just like when we were kids. Now, though, Blair is in the middle.

I move through the swivel doors and across the pristine white floors. Most people are home now, so the lobby is deserted bar the security guard at the huge oval desk to the left. Next to it is an open-planned coffee shop, and to the right is a waiting area with sofas and TVs. The guard jumps to his feet, straightening his suit.

“Is my father in?” Bray inquires.

“Yes, Mr. Crew, sir. I mean in his office,” he hastily replies.

I incline my head, hopping over the turnstiles, and turn to grab Blair and help her over. My brothers follow, and we move to the bank of elevators which ding as soon as we arrive. Stepping inside the glass doors, I turn to watch as we begin to rise.

“Your father?” Blair questions. “What’s the plan?”

“To see where he stands and to see his face,” I explain, and Asher sighs.

“We have to know. He’s a fool with women, and for some reason, your mother—Meredith,” he corrects with a wince, “has a hold on him.”

She nods but becomes silent, which isn’t her usual trait. Bray notices as I watch, unsure what to say. He cups her chin, pulls her flush against his chest, and smirks down at her. “I’ve always wanted to do it in an elevator.”

The door dings then, opening, and she grins, leaning up as if to kiss him. “I would say me too... but I already have.” She turns, hips swaying, and saunters off. All three of us gawk after her, our eyes locked on her tight, plump ass.

“I’m going to marry that girl,” Bray declares in awe, adjusting his hard cock—we all have that same issue where she’s concerned.

“Alright, Romeo,” I tease, smacking him and following her out. “One issue at a time.”

When we catch up to her, I cuff her around the neck and direct her to the right door. Down the corridor, past the glass offices—the fishbowls, as Bray calls them—and to the huge wooden doors at the end. I don’t bother knocking. I kick it in so I don’t have to let go of her and storm inside. He’s here, like I expected, pouring over some reports. His hair is mussed from his fingers, and he’s squinting—he probably forgot his glasses again. His tie is gone, and the top buttons on his suit are undone.

Despite everything, I think about how weak my father is, and there is one thing I can’t deny—he’s a good businessman. He’s dedicated, smart, and knows how to get work done and inspire loyalty in his team.

Never in women though.

The city skyline stretches out behind his huge, hulking brown desk. His Mac is untouched, and there’s a glass of amber liquid at his elbow. Behind us are the leather sofas, mini bar, and en-suite bathroom. More than once, he’s slept here when there are reports due or he didn’t want to come home—usually hiding from us and the knowledge of what he’s done yet again.

His phone is nowhere in sight, so he most likely hasn’t seen it yet, and when his head jerks up and he blinks in shock, I realise he hasn’t. Sighing, I drag Blair closer, the only sign of weakness I’ll allow, letting the warm curve of her body against mine sooth the inner pain at having to break my dad’s heart yet again. Bray sighs and flops onto the sofa, slinging his legs over the arm, while Asher hesitates at the door before shutting it.

“Boys?” he says, concern lacing his tone. “You okay?”

He does love us. He may be a horrible husband, but he’s a good dad. He looks to Blair then and seems genuinely worried. “Blair, are you okay?” I notice he doesn’t ask about Meredith, so maybe he’s not as clueless as he seems.

“Oh,” she whispers, understanding he hasn’t seen it. Squeezing her neck, I look down at her as she gazes up at me, searching my eyes. I nod, answering her question, and she gives me a soft smile. Despite my father watching, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek before moving to sit next to Bray who lays his head in her lap.

“Cyrus, what is it?” he demands, now standing as his anxious gaze roams between us.

“Sit down,” I order, and he does, dropping heavily. Once he was such a strong, sure man. I can’t actually remember the last time I saw him truly happy. When was the last time he smiled? Laughed? Why haven’t I noticed before now how unhappy he clearly is? The truth is, I didn’t care because I was the same, unhappy and destructive, just in different ways, and now Blair has shown me the truth. How to really live.

My dad has slowly been dying away, and we didn’t even notice.

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