“Who beat her up?” I don’t care about his orders; I want to know who owns the hand that hit her so hard it bruised the bone over her eye. That kind of hit comes from a different kind of place and person.
He vigorously shakes his head, “Not me, man, that’s Miller, he’s got a beef with ‘er. He wanted to kill ‘er but boss told him nuh uh.”
“What kind of beef?” I clench my hands and flex them over and over. He was going to kill her.
“Man, she’s the chick ‘at stabbed him a couple years ago, near severed his vocal cord, he can only talk in whispers now. He hates herand wants her dead.”
So, it’s the asshole in the picture that upset her yesterday. Was that just yesterday? “Where can I find Miller?”
His eyes go round, “Left ‘im at boss’ house, but if you go there, they’ll kill ya, man.”
Turning to look at Callum, I say, “I’ll take my chances.”
Callum’s eyes lock on mine, he knows that I will go alone if I have to. After a moment, he nods his head, “Spits, give him the address. Jax and Scott, go with him, take the supplies you need from the dining room in the house.”
“Yep.” Jax and Scott say at the same time, and we turn together to leave.
“Harlow.” I stop and turn to Callum.
He steps next to me, “The rest of us are going to look for the brother and the other investor in Kansas, he’s about an hour north of the Oklahoma border, he’s got the guy here in Tulsa in his pocket.”
I nod, “Ok, I’ll check in when we are done with the guy here.” After he nods, I turn to catch up with Jax and Scott.
“Son.” I stop at the door and turn to wait for my dad to catch up to me.
Jax and Scott keep walking after turning to see my dad jogging to catch up with me, then he walks in step with me, “Make sure no one comes looking for her again, even her brother.”
I stop and face him, “Dad, when we’re done, there won’t be anyone in this area to grab another woman. Especially her brother.” I know cutting the head off the snake will only make room for another to slither in and take over, but I’m doing it anyway.
He looks at his boots and back up to me, “So, is she pregnant?”
A half smile, which probably looks like a grimace, forms on my face, “Yes, Dad, you are going to have anothergrandchild.”
He slides his fingers into his pockets and suppresses the smile that’s trying to tip his lips up, he may be a tough old asshole, but he loves Lainey Rai more than he loves his land, “What’re you gonna do about it?”
Locking eyes with him, I take a deep breath, “I’m going to make sure that there isn’t anyone left to threaten her or my child and then I’m going to make her a part of this family. If she’ll have me.” I lift my hat off my head and scratch my head with the bill as I lean a little closer to him, “But I’m not sure what kind of a father I’ll be.”
A smile slowly spreads across his face, and he chuckles, even though it sounds like a growl, before he slaps his hand over my shoulder, “You’ll do fine, son, we all ask ourselves that question, even me, and you turned out okay.”
Twisting my hat around backward, I take a deep breath, “I guess I can’t argue with that.”
He nods and pats my shoulder again, before he can say anything else, I jog to catch up with Jax and Scott.
***
Soft floodlights illuminate the entire area around the giant house, it’s in a gated community on a large lot south of Tulsa, and an hour and a half drive away from Sloane which is bothering me but I’m trying to push that anxiety aside.
There are no guards visible from the street where we’re parked and that tells me that this fucker is used to doing whatever he wants and getting away with it.
He fucked with the wrong family, and he won’t be getting away with it this time.
Jax hands me a comm and I put it in my ear as we holster our weapons and strap on our Kevlar.
After studying the floor plans of the house, we worked out our plan of attack. Scott, who excels in explosives and chemical fires and was the EOD specialist when he was enlisted, willtake care of the fire that will burn the house.
Jax and I will take care of ‘the boss’ and Miller who, according to the weasel in my barn, stays at the boss’ house.
If this mother fucker didn’t have a problem with taking from me, then I won’t have a problem taking from him. Tit for fucking tat. Before we get out of the car, I turn to Jax, “Miller is mine.”
