It’s been a week since Tiffany kicked Evelyn out of the house. She’s slowly gotten back to normal. Despite what she said, I know that what her mother did hurt her. After hearing what Marcus allowed that woman to do, I wish I could dig his ass up and put another bullet in his head. It’s because Marcus fell for Evelyn’s bullshit, she thought she could try it with me.
The woman had to be going through dementia if she thought I’d risk what I have with Tiffany for her. Hell, my wife’s pussy alone wasn’t worth losing over her.
“It’s not funny, Salv,” I run a hand down my face. “What if Rose hadn’t videoed the incident, and that bitch made Tiffany think I really came on to her?” Had I known the whole situation with Marcus, I never would’ve tried to hide it from Tiffany.
Salv looks at Kaz and they both burst out laughing. I’m glad they find this shit funny because I don’t.
Today was the first day I was able to see my brothers in weeks. Shit was pulling us in different directions lately. Salv was just coming back from overseas. He had another meeting with the head of the Slobidskyi Bratva. Kazimir was out west visiting his sister. And Mason has been upstate handling business.
“No, seriously,” Salv says, wiping his eyes. “Did you call out for a trusted adult when she cornered you?”
This time, not only did Kaz laugh, but Ghost did too. Even though he was standing with an arm brace, the man refused to go on leave, like I told him to.
“Fuck you, Draco.”
This only made them laugh harder. We were at my warehouse waiting for Mason to show up. The grinding of the warehouse door alerted us to his arrival. Mason walks through the door with Grant on his heels.
“Everybody out,” he barks.
The anger in Mason’s tone along with the way he isn’t making eye contact with anyone but us, tells us he isn’t happy. Salv looks at me with a pinched brow. I shrug. The room slowly emptied.
“Not you, Ghost,” Mason says, stopping in front of us.
Grant goes to stand beside Ghost, who looks at me with a concerned look.
“When the fuck were you going to tell me you were hit at a pickup?”
I want to roll my eyes. This is the shit I hate dealing with. I swear I love Mase, but damn he can be so controlling.
“Wait, you got hit?” Salv asks, his tone no longer joking or playful.
I wave my hand through the air. “Why do you think I called this meeting?”
Mason shakes his head. “What’s the code?”
This time I do roll my eyes. We made a lot of rules when we first started out on this journey. We were teenagers moving in a world with grown men who didn’t give a shit about putting a bullet in our skulls. It made sense to make up codes and rules. It was vital to our survival.
“This wasn’t a situation—”
“What’s the fucking code, Nicholas?” Mason roars, cutting me off.
Damn, he was pissed if he was calling me by my real name.
I grit my teeth. “If our life is ever in danger, we reach out immediately. But my life wasn’t in danger. My crew had everything taken care of.”
Mason’s silvery blue eyes narrow. “Ghost, how’s the shoulder?” He asks without turning to look at my second in command.
“It’s good,” Ghost answers honestly.
“And who was the bullet aimed for?”
I cut my eyes to Ghost. He looks at me, knowing the answer but not wanting to say it. His loyalty is with me and not my brother, so I don’t have to worry about him ratting me out.
“Exactly,” Mason says, not needing the answer. “No matter what, you call me. If bullets are flying at you, despite you not getting hit, you are in fucking danger. I shouldn’t have to remind you of this, Nico.”
I shake my head. I get being upset and wanting to protect us, but Mason had to understand that we were grown men now.
“I’m not a kid anymore, Anthony.”
