I need something to do otherwise I’m going to do something stupid, like open fire on my enemies at every location until they hand Michael and Lance over.
Stupid little fucks.
What did they think was going to happen when they attacked the club?
They did it because they can. They’re growing bolder and bolder, and now you have a slew of clients with concerns you don’t know how to answer.
“Deals change.” Jack nonchalantly moves the glass to his lips for a sip. I fold my arms over my chest and glare at him. “Your brother and sister belong in the heart of the empire, not off chasing ridiculous daydreams. It’s time for them to grow up.”
I stop in front of my father and let my eyes sweep over him. “We had an agreement. They’re of no use to you.”
I haven’t spent the past few years honing myself into a weapon just to fail.
Olivia and Oliver aren’t supposed to be anywhere near this. If my father was anyone else, I’d already have put a bullet in his head.
So much for reaching an understanding.
He hasn’t spent the past couple of weeks sidelining me just to teach me a lesson. Rather than wait for me to clean up my mess, he’s gone over my head and done what he thinks is best. As usual, he’s been operating in the darkness and moving pieces into play, and I’ve been too busy focusing on the imminent threat to notice.
How had I forgotten how cunning and manipulative my father is?
My siblings aren’t here for any other reason other than to pull my focus.
He’s testing me with another one of his mind games.
Goddamn prick.
Why couldn’t he just leave them alone?
Olivia has always toed the line of our world, with one foot on either side for years, but the minute she wanted to get away, I helped her.
Oliver has never shown a bit of interest in anything we do.
If anything, he’s regarded it with disgust and horror.
How in the hell had my father lured him back?
My father rises to his feet. “Shouldn’t you be attending some event with the Thayer girl?”
“Elise and I are meeting there, and we’re not done talking about this.”
Someone knocks on the door, and I turn to it, anger and frustration pounding through me. When Carlisle pokes his head in, I cross over to him and glance over my shoulder.
“I’ll find you later.”
Jack scoffs and sits down, crossing his legs. “No, we’re done here. You have another mess to clean up.”
I stare at him for a few more seconds and say nothing.
In the car, I dial Oliver’s number.
It goes to voicemail after the sixth ring, and I resist the urge to throw the phone against the window. I drum my fingers against my chest and go over each possible scenario before discarding it. A short while later, we pull outside the docks, and Carlisle opens the door for me. I fasten the top button of my jacket and take quick, even strides.
Lance Fitzpatrick is waiting for me on the far end of the docks, his profile outlined in the dying light of the afternoon sun.
Carlisle returns to my side after a quick sweep and gives me a quick nod.
“Are your men satisfied?”
