“Right, and that’s exactly what we’ll give him.”I regain my seat and watch my brother’s reaction.
He straightens and nods.“Good.Finally, the fucker can pay for ruining the lives he interfered with.It’s not like our mother is still alive to suffer for his mistakes.We couldn’t do it then because of her, even if he betrayed her.Fuck, it’s the perfect revenge for us as well without laying a damn hand on him.Wait.Is it going to blow back on us?”
“Everything was in his name back then.He changed everything to his own damn name when our grandfather handed the business over to our father.When I bought him out, I changed it back to our family name since we both received our mother’s surname at birth.Everything he did with the company at the time he was in charge of.That is on him.This decision is between us.We need to be in agreement before I offer this to Archibald.Once we have his cooperation we can go after Cillian.I’ve got something in mind for that motherfucker, it involves a vengeful man we have tied up in the basement, but this part needs to pull through for everything to work.”
“Fuck, yeah, brother.Throw him in front of the lions.He made his own bed and never had one single ounce of regret or paid for his sins.”He rubs his hands.“Tell me how we’re going to do this.”
Tate took an image of his hand on Aubrielle’s throat.Her shocked face is the perfect way to motivate Archibald.I’m also adding a screenshot of Quinn wearing the wig while she’s on the bed with a cock in her hand.
Showing Floris the images on Aubrielle’s phone, I say, “I’m going to provoke him with these pictures, and order him to come here if he wants to have his sister back in one piece.Once he’s here we’ll tell him all about the bonus he’s getting if he hands us Cillian.”
“Sounds good to me.”Floris grins and I hit send.
I get to my feet.“I’m going to have Tate bring Aubrielle to Quinn’s room.It’s easier for him to watch both of them in the same space.I’ll put one of our men in front of the door.There’s a good chance Archibald will alert Cillian and plan something.”
Shooting a message to Tate, I wait for his response before I pocket both phones.
Floris follows me out of the office.“I’ll have Benny lock up the stables.We should be prepared for anything.”
“Agreed.Inform our men.I’m going to check on Quinn before having a little chat with her brother.”
“Need me to come with you to the basement?”Floris asks.
A phone in my pocket gives a notification of an incoming message.I check and share, “Archibald is heading this way.I’ll handle Micah after I check on Quinn.Make sure our men are ready for anything.”
“You got it, boss,” Floris rumbles and jogs down the hall.
I enter Quinn’s room and see my woman on the bed while talking to Aubrielle.
Quinn meets my eyes and Aubrielle turns, when she sees it’s me she says, “I’m sorry.I didn’t know what my brother was up to.I’d never put Quinn at risk.”
Saying sorry and actually being sorry are two very different things.I don’t have time to acknowledge her sincerity and it’s why she’s only getting a nod from me.
“Your brother is on his way here.I hope to have a civil discussion with him to end this revenge path he’s been on and fueling Cillian’s along with it.”Pointing at Tate I add, “Tate is going to keep you two safe, so stay inside this room, please.”
With two other people in the room, I can hardly get a moment alone with Quinn.
Turning to leave I hear her voice.“Can I have a minute?”
Aubrielle gives me a small smile.“I’m gonna go stand with the asshole in the corner to give you two some privacy.”
“I should spank your lush ass for calling me an asshole,” Tate snaps.
Aubrielle shoots back a snarky reply.
I ignore their banter while sitting down on the bed next to Quinn.“How’s your ankle?”
“Better now that the doctor has taped it.I also have crutches, so I don’t have to put weight on it if I have to go to the bathroom.Rest is apparently all I need and in one to three weeks I’ll be all good.There’s only one problem.”She sighs.
“What’s the problem?”I ask, eager to fix whatever the problem is.
With an overdramatic voice she says, “Tomorrow morning I can’t stand in front of my window to watch my husband wearing his tight pants.”
A bark of laughter rips from me and the hushed banter in the corner stops.
I reach out, cup the side of her face, and lean in to touch my forehead to hers.“Then I’ll make sure you sleep in my bedroom tonight, which is ours now that we’re married.You can watch me get dressed and I’ll bring you out to the stables.You can watch me ride one of the horses.”
There’s a smile in her voice when she says, “Perfect solution to the problem.”
