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“Beast, the office has security, nothing is going to happen.” Bristol huffs.
“Don’t give a fuck. They’re not going to stop your mother, Ronnie, and Cordell from getting to you here if they want to attempt it.” Those names leave a bad taste in my mouth and the need for blood, their blood, would be preferable.
“Cordell?” Everett spits out. “As in Cordell Barker?”
“The one and same.” I nod.
“What the fuck is going on that involves him?” Everett steps closer, eyes darting between the two of us. “What has he done now?”
“Not just him, Everett,” I grunt. “His buddy, Ronnie, is married to Bristol’s sister Giselle and is an abuser. She left him. Cordell seems to think Bristol is his fiancée, and Bristol’s mother is a bitch from hell who wants my woman’s trust fund.”
“I knew about the last part,” Everett remarks glumly, meeting my gaze. “Dad informed me of this, this weekend while I spoke to him on the phone.” Something in his eyes flashes, and I want to question it, but I shove the need back.
“Wait, you knew who my family was?” Bristol asks, staring gapingly at my little brother.
“Of course, I did,” Everett scoffs. “I knew. I wouldn’t be who I am today if I didn’t know who I surrounded myself with. I knew taking you on as my assistant would lead me back to my big brother.” My little brother cocks his head, rolling it side to side. “I’m no idiot. I learned a long time ago to handle myself.” Hisgaze shifts and locks solely on me. “You and I, big brother, have a lot to discuss, and since I’m sensing Bristol knows . . .”
“She knows about our family. At least my part in the family,” I grunt, jaw tight, my back teeth clenched.
“Right, then you can both hear the rest of it,” Everett advises. “Our mother died in childbirth, the child with her.”
My chest aches for the mother I used to know, but I don’t let them know his words affect me.
“Dad and Granddad kept the information minimal to the public as they didn’t want it getting out to Mom’s side. They’re protecting the both of us with this information because the Swedish cousins aren’t happy to have been denied what they want.”
“Swedish?” Bristol mutters, looking at me.
“Yeah,” I grumble. “They’re royal but no claim to the throne.”
“Then why are they so hell-bent on all of this?” I can see the demand in her gaze, along with the confusion.
“Because they’re vindictive assholes who are fucked in the head,” Everett mutters. “But more than that, they’re evil and demand blood when crossed, meaning they’ll come for you.”
That’s what I didn’t want to hear.
It also answers my question on why my dad gave Quinten the number he has for me. He could have told Quinten he didn’t know and easily sent him through other channels. That was him giving me the silent message that trouble could be coming my way.
I denied my family, but that doesn’t change the fact those on my mother’s side want what they were promised. This means that by claiming Bristol, she’ll be in even more danger than I thought she was with what’s going on with her family.
My phone beeps in my pocket, and I pull it out to find a text from Reaper asking where I’m at. I quickly shoot him a messageback, saying I’ll be there soon. Shoving the damn thing back in my pocket, I look at my brother.
“With that damn shit to think about, I’m gonna need to talk to my brothers about this shit. Keep her close to you today. If Cordell or either of those other two come here, you call me.” I don’t want to leave my woman here without me, but I’ve got to get to the clubhouse, and I know she’s not going to leave when she loves her job. Even if I don’t like it, I can see she enjoys what she does working for Everett.
“I’ll keep her close,” Everett grunts, jerking his chin up. “We’ve got work to handle anyway.” Spinning to my woman in a dismissive manner, he speaks directly to her. “Court was postponed this morning. Instead, we’ve got the Markers coming along with the Winstons. They want to discuss some issues they’re having regarding?—”
“I thought they were fighting against each other,” Bristol interrupts him.
“Well, I’ll let you two get to it,” I mutter, moving into Bristol’s space. I wrap an arm around her and hold her close. “You need me, call. Otherwise, I’ll be back later to pick you up.” I kiss her hard and deep before letting her go, leaving her in my brother’s hands until I return.
Right now, though, it’s time to get to the clubhouse and fill my brothers in on all the shit I’ve learned. After that, I’ve got to figure out what the hell we’re all gonna do because there’s no way I can let my woman’s sister go away to a safe house when she’s pregnant. I can’t leave her without protection because of fucking Cordell and Ronnie, more so because of that mother of hers. Then, to top it off, I’ve found out that my mother had died, and I didn’t even know it. With her, the kid she promised.
God only knows what the Swedish cousins will try to do when they find me. More or less, find Bristol with me. The deal my grandmother made is one with the devil and signed in blood.
Stepping into the clubhouse, the door slams closed behind me. The ride from dropping Bristol off didn’t ease the irritation or anger building inside me. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Giselle sitting with Ivy and Stella. Ivy must not be going into the shop to work today. She and Isabella run that office together, but lately, it’s been Isabella, from what I’ve heard since I got back. According to Diablo, she’s been sticking close to home with the twins. I get it, and there’s nothing wrong with it. Stella, being a doctor, either has the day off or is going in later.
I don’t bother going to greet any of them. I need to get to church and figure this shit out. Too much is swirling around in my head. I’ve got to be able to protect Bristol if I want to claim her as mine.
Fuck, what am I thinking?That woman is mine, and I damn well know it. Regardless of the demons eating at me. Or my past that seems to be coming. I’ll have to fill my brothers in on all the shit they don’t know, and I’m not sure how the hell it’s going to go. Only a few know I come from money. I don’t talk about it, and no one asks. What I tell them might piss a few of my brothers off, but who the fuck knows. Then again, with Everett showing up at the garage the other day, they all already know he’s my little brother.
