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My jaw unhinges. “He said that?” I ask.
“No, he wrote it in the report he drafted for the adoption. We didn’t know until after I hacked his phone and got the passcodes,” Katie says.
“That motherfucker is going down for fucking with one of ours,” Darius grits out. Fuck yes, he is. Nathan is one of us and we protect our own.
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“Fuck no!” Darius shouts as he continues to pace the living room. Ever since I told him that we needed Gary to come forward and admit that he was able to upload the video and distribute it across the net through Saint’s dad’s company, he has been going off. “That cunt doesn’t come near us. None of us have heard from him for months and it needs to stay that way.” Leah stands and moves to step in front of him to stop his pacing, but he shakes his head and steps out of her reach.
“Halfback—”
“No, Goldie. That cunt needs to be in a box under the fucking dirt. He doesn’t come near you, ever!” The anguish in tone has me feeling like an asshole for suggesting this but without hard proof, it’s all hearsay in the eyes of the law. Leah softens and moves toward him again, this time he doesn’t back away from her when she wraps her arms around his waist and looks up at him.
“He won’t be near me. You and my brother will be by my side the entire time. He can’t hurt me anymore, halfback.” Darius sighs and leans down resting his forehead against hers. Normally, Corvin would make a snarky remark at how close they are but even he knows Darius needs this. Leah is the only one who will be able to convince him to change his mind and help us find his twin.
“I hate this,” he says quietly.
“I know. I don’t relish the idea of seeing him either, but Saint needs us to do this. We’ll never have to see him again after this. Our friend needs us. Please Darius, we can’t let our hang-up with that piece of shit stand in the way of bringing them home.”
A whoosh of air escapes him as he closes his eyes and breathes Leah in, it’s amazing to see how she is able to calm the bad boy down. “Fine. But you stay by my side the entire time. If he says one fucking word to you or even looks your way, he’s dead.”
“Deal,” she rushes to say before planting a kiss on his lips.
“Okay, so what’s next?” Beck asks.
“We prove Devon is a liar and get his ass arrested, then we overturn the adoption,” Crue says. Nate tenses from his spot beside me.
“We need to tread carefully with that,” I cut in, everyone turns toward Nathan and me.
“Why?” Alexa asks.
“Because Nathan forged the documents and said he was Adalyn’s father. I lied on legal documents as well if it comes down to it.” I take a deep breath and push on. “But, Nate and I are willing to be charged for fraud if it means bringing Addy and Saint home.” Crue’s face morphs into one of panic.
“No, that isn’t happening. We’ll figure this shit out. We just need to prove Devon is guilty, come out as the owners of Morgan Tech IT so he can’t go after Saint, then Adalyn will be useless to him.” I try to smile to reassure Crue. Truth is, we need a lawyer and unfortunately Troy has gone radio silent.
“I know a lawyer.” I dart my gaze to Lexi and frown, she shrugs her shoulders. “You said that out loud.”
“Oh,” is all I manage to say.
“How do you know a lawyer?” Corv asks, clearly surprised.
“Reaper, my uncle is a lawyer. I can give him a call if you want?” I nod eagerly.
“Since when do you have an uncle, jail bait?” Corvin sounds pissed he is only learning this information now.
Lex rolls her eyes as she turns to her man. “Reaper, I didn’t think you would want to know about my uncle since my cousin Lacey is in a relationship with her three stepbrothers.” Corvin’s face morphs into one of outrage.
“You’re cutting your cousin out and never speaking to her again.” We all laugh at Corvin’s expense.
“Whatever you say, babe,” Lex says as she dials her uncle and puts the call on speaker as we all crowd around her.
He answers on the fourth ring. “Alexa, how are you, my sweet girl?” I can tell from the bright smile on her face that she is very fond of her uncle.
“Hi, Uncle John. I’m good, thanks. I’m sorry to call you out of the blue like this—”
“Don’t you dare be sorry, you know you can call me anytime you like.”
“Thanks, Uncle John.”
