He didn’t think I’d go that high. Was it worth the money? Not really. However, it would stretch out the game for a little while longer. It would put them on edge.
“I already have.”
“What about the Johnsons?”
While I understood that Jacques had his law license to worry about, I had no such worry. “I’ll handle the situation, Jacques. You won’t need to worry about it.”
“Don’t do anything rash, Sinclair. There are other decent properties in New Orleans.”
“I know. But you know how I am, Jacques. I don’t like to lose.” I ended the call before I said anything else. There were too many loose ends that I’d need to tie together.
Like a noose.
One last call before I faced my penance. My old buddy. He owned me one or two favors given I’d gotten his ass out of a sling a few times. When he answered on the first ring, I grinned. Maybe he’d been expecting my call.
“Sin. Twice in a week. To what do I owe the honor?” Greg acted chipper, but I sensed a hint of nervousness.
“Let’s cut to the chase, Greg. You and I need to have a nice long chat.”
“About the Strathmore property? Marcus is adamant he wants to purchase it.”
“About Marcus and other aspects of business.” I had no intention of playing my hands.
“What about?”
“Let’s wait until we can have a full conversation. You’re going to meet me at our favorite little bar later. Five sharp. Don’t be late.” I’d hold the Brotherhood card until I met with him. If my memory was intact, he would prove more than helpful.
“I’ll be there,” he said, ending the call.
The coincidences were piling up. Only they were no such thing.
Walter Emmett, her estranged stepfather was a perfect example of the Brotherhood. His great-grandfather was definitely an original founding father so to speak. The man had money and flaunted it.
And Zane? Well, as vice president of his father’s operations, he had his hand in everything. Including wanting the Strathmore property. But the list was endless and I planned on holding most names for future blackmail possibilities. I was an opportunist after all.
Discovery had been made and someone had seen Josette. It was amazing how an object of obsession could turn a man upside down.
Including me.
You could have heard a pin drop when I walked into Alexander’s office.
Jaxon and Montgomery stood with their backs against the wall, drinks in their hands even though it was only one in the afternoon.
Not that time mattered in our world. We worked as many nights as we did days.
I waltzed in, saying nothing but immediately heading to the bar myself. I could feel the heat and tension increasing in the room. Yes, I should have called him as soon as I’d learned half of what I’d discovered, but I’d wanted as many of the pieces in place as possible.
As I passed Alexander, he studied me as if watching someone passing on the street, but he was seething. I knew my brother too well. His silence meant fury.
I hadn’t made it to the bar before I felt him behind me.
With a rough yank, he pummeled his fist into my face, the force pitching me back against the bar.
As glasses were tossed off the shelves, smashed on the wooden floor, he stood with his hands on his hips.
I shook it off, rubbing my jaw and pushing myself away from the wooden surface. “I guess I deserved that.”
“Yeah, you did. Just be glad I’m in a fucking good mood.”
