Now they hesitate, and the one on the right, who I guess is the leader of this deadly fucking scheme, clears his throat. After sending a questioning look to Sean, which he answers with a serious nod, he turns back to me.
“Forty-three hundred a month, sir.”
Look at that, the thief has some manners.
“And you’re aware you represent the very bottom of my organization?”
“Sir?” another one of the idiots asks.
“I doubt you’d get a better salary anywhere else as a bottom feeder,” I muse. “And yet you felt the need to steal from me.”
“No, we didn’t.” The one in the middle looks rightfully terrified. “This has to be some kind of mistake?—”
“I don’t make mistakes,” Sean interrupts him, and I let them stew in the sudden silence for a few seconds.
“Kneel,” I sneer at them, and when they don’t do as I say right away, Richee and Blake step behind them and kick them in the back of their knees. “That’s better.”
The buzzing of my phone really ruins the mood, but I know better than to ignore a call, so I flip it over on the desk to see who it is. I bite down hard to stop myself from showing any reaction, but I feel the drum of my heartbeat in my fucking neck.
Finleynevercalls me. He’s Bran’s security, so I turn away from the three kneeling men and answer the call.
“Where are you?” That’s the most important question, because once I know that, I’ll know who is closest and can go help?—
“At your house, Boss. Sorry.” He has enough brain cells to figure out what a call from him would do to my fucking heart. “I just thought I’d tell you that Bran got a call after I picked him up from the library and he was very... agitated.” The way he hesitates there isn’t usual for him, not at all. “He told me to bring him here right away, and since that’s not his usual routine, I thought I’d better tell you.”
“Yeah, okay.” I let out a sigh and have to massage my forehead for a moment. Bran isn’t one to becomeagitatedlike Finley said, he’s always so calm.
I turn back to the room and realize this really isn’t worth my time.
“I’ll be there in twenty. Don’t fucking leave.”
“Yes, Boss.”
I slide my phone into my pocket and grab my glock from my back, then shoot the three imbeciles in their foreheads. They stole almost half a million in the past year, so it’s less than they deserved, but I’ve got more important shit to deal with.
“Richee, clean this up and take them to the forge. Sean, you’ll replace them.”
“Yes sir.” He nods.
“Blake, let’s go.”
No one asks any questions, they know better, but I feel Blake’s curiosity practically pouring out of his skin when we’re finally on the road.
“Finley called.” I put him out of his misery. “Bran asked him to take him home, and he said I should come see what’s up.”
“That’s unusual,” he hums from the front of the car. I don’t bother saying anything back, and just try to keep my mind in check on our way to the house.
It works until I walk into the foyer and find Finley next to the closed door of my office.
“He’s in there.” He nods at it. I march in and slam the door behind me. The startled look on Bran’s face would normally make me feel bad, but I don’t have the energy for that right now.
“What the hell is going on?” My words come out low and dark. I’m ready to go to war, to fucking burn?—
“Nan called me.”
My thoughts come to a screeching halt.
“So?” What could be so worrying about my aunt calling him that has him running home?
