The brothers took the back seat and Eduard drove. Henry rattled off the address for Eduard and he plugged it into his phone’s GPS before they headed out.
Once they were a few minutes out, Ollie broke. “I’m going to kill him. I’ll yank every hair from his head, pull out his fingernails, and then I’ll… I’ll…”
“I’m going to curse him so his dick stays hard and he has blue balls forever. Then I’ll give him something that makes it rot.”
“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Andvari asked.
Henry took a deep breath. “Our brother Ben is in med school. This jerkwad douche nozzle in his class keeps spraying some fucking cheap ass body spray all over himself during class. Ben’s asked him to cut it out but the guy is such a prick he started doing it more. Ben’s really sensitive to stuff like that and he’s not great at confrontation so this is really messing him up. I told him he should mention it to the teacher, see if he could ban people from doing shit like that in class. The teacher basically told him to fuck off and that he clearly wasn’t cut out for med school.”
Eduard flinched. The entire family adored Ben. They’d bragged about him going to medical school the moment he and Andvari had arrived. Their pack was so proud of him. From what Eduard had learned, the praise was well deserved.
“No one messes with Ben,” Ollie growled.
“No one messes with Pack,” Henry snarled.
“And what, exactly, are you planning to do?” Andvari asked.
Neither brother answered.
Eduard had a feeling things would get ugly, but he had to agree that the professor sounded like an ass. “Henry, do you have your phone?”
“Yeah.”
“Look on the school’s website and get me the name of the dean.”
“Why?”
Eduard looked at him through the rearview mirror and arched a brow.
“Fine. Looking.” A few minutes later, Henry had an answer. “Dr. Gregory Richardson.”
“Does it have a bio for him on there? Where is his alma mater?”
“One sec,” Henry said. “Okay, got it.”
He rattled off the name of a school in the northeast and Eduard grinned. After pulling into a restaurant parking lot and parking the car, Eduard scrolled through his contacts and dialed an old business school friend of his.
“Well, if it isn’t Eduard Eastaughffe,” Jamison said. “Let me guess, you’ve finally been caught for insider trading and are desperate for my legal expertise. It’s the only way to explain your billions.”
Eduard laughed but rolled his eyes which made Henry grin.
“Jamison, I need a favor. Do you happen to know a Dr. Gregory Richardson? He’s from your alma mater. I’m sure he’s familiar with the alumni association.”
And Eduard happened to know that Jamison haunted alumni events, eager for any possibility of wealthy new clients.
“Yeah. I know him. He’s the dean of a medical school now or something, right?”
“Precisely. Could I retain your services for a brief task?”
Jamison would charge him a fortune for it, but if it helped him gain at least a little favor with Henry, it would be worth it.
“Of course. You know my rates.”
Eduard laughed again. “I do.”
“So what’d this guy do to you?”
“Well, I was planning on making an anonymous donation to the medical school. A dear friend has a son there and I wanted to do something to honor his accomplishment. It’s quite the story. But now I’ve learned that he allows his students to be treated with disrespect and disdain. It’s quite unfortunate as a five million dollar endowment would have gone far for such a small program.”
