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“Wait a minute. You think it’s August who’s blacklisting Tessa?”
I nodded. “And I think Amy is awake.”
“Well, there’s a way to find out,” Kansas grinned. “When is your next scheduled visit?”
I smiled.
Chapter Nineteen
Montana
Rounding the curve ahead, we passed by the large sprawling estates, slowing when the gates surrounding the Lansing estate appeared.
“Nothing’s changed,” Kansas muttered, staring at the home he knew well. He was right. After twenty years, the once vibrant and beautiful home looked more like a mausoleum than a home.
“After the accident, Mr. and Mrs. Lansing did everything they could to bring their daughter back. They spent millions on specialists, even traveling with her around the world for any new-fangled treatment hoping it would wake her up. In the end, nothing worked. Their marriage became strained. Eventually, Mrs. Lansing divorced her husband and left. As far as I know, she’d never returned. As for Mr. Lansing, he died five years ago from a massive heart attack. August is now her only living caretaker.”
“He never married?”
“No. He works at the hospital, does his job and comes home to take care of his sister.”
“Jesus,” Kansas whispered, as the gates opened. I drove through the gates as a security camera followed my movements.
Pulling up to the large mansion, I parked the SUV and turned off the ignition. Getting out, I looked up and saw a curtain move on the second floor.
“August isn’t the jovial man you knew from before, Kansas. He’s bitter and angry all the time. Don’t expect a warm welcome.”
Walking up to the front door, I knocked on the front door and waited. Moments later, the door opened. “August.”
“You’re early,” he growled.
“That a problem?” I questioned.
August turned to look at Kansas. “So, you finally told him the truth, then?”
“Yes.”
“Well, come on then.” he said, stepping to the side, allowing us entry.
Once inside, he closed the door and started walking towards the den. Following him, we kept quiet, saying nothing.
Like all the times before, August stopped at the door to the den and asked. “Do you have the payment?”
“No.”
“Then why the fuck are you here? The stipulations of your freedom are clear.”
“Things have changed. Now open the fucking door,” I challenged, taking a step closer to the man who used to be my best friend. There wasn’t a childhood memory I had that didn’t include August. Then one accident changed everything.
“You’re not seeing my sister without that payment, asshole.” August argued.
“And I’m still the President of the Soulless Sinners. Correct me if I’m wrong, but that brand on your back means you fucking listen to me. Now open the fucking door before I remove that brand with my bare hands.”
“I don’t take orders from a killer.”
Before I could respond, a hand flew past my hand, landing against August’s jaw, knocking him to the floor. Damn. Kansas knocked him the fuck out. Turning, I grinned as my baby brother shook his hand, grimacing. “Fuck, the bastard has an iron jaw.”
“Pussy,” I grinned, stepping over the unconscious prick before walking into the den.
