The tightness around my heart lessened when I saw my father and brothers weren’t in the room with him.
I bowed. “Where are they?” I asked. I’d quickly gone to my room to change into my best suit and holstered two guns in case blood needed to spill.
“On their way up. Are you sure?—”
There were a few sharp raps on the door.
I nodded. “Yes, Taro-Sama.”
Wolf gave me a soft smile. I rarely called him that, and he knew that doing it now showed him my loyalty and how our trust went both ways.
“You are my friend and family, Ryo. I won’t allow them to walk over you.”
A bang sounded on the door. I glared over at it.
“I won’t either.”
Wolf nodded. He twisted to face the entrance, and I stood behind his chair with my hands clasped at my back.
“Enter,” Wolf called.
I locked every emotion away and ignored the pounding to my heart when the door opened and my oldest brother, Kenta, stepped through first to check the room was safe before moving to the side for my father. The second oldest brother, Kazuya, brought up the rear.
“Take a seat,” Wolf ordered.
They looked the same, but older, of course.
I thought I would feel intimidated or something from being near them, but there was nothing.
They’d become strangers to me, and I wanted to keep it that way.
Their gazes kept flicking my way as they sat in the chairs in front of Wolf’s desk.
“What is it you want?” Wolf asked.
“Our brother can’t even greet his father?” Kenta glared.
“Why should he?” Wolf asked.
When Kenta went to open his mouth, Father’s grunt silenced him, and then he said, “We wish to speak with Ryo alone.”
Wolf snorted. “That won’t happen. Whatever you want to say will be said in front of me. Ryo is, after all, my employee.”
“Your slave,” Kazuya muttered.
Wolf’s gaze snapped to him.
“Loyalemployee, but more importantly, he is a friend and a part of my family.”
The three of them glowered.
“Say what you have to say in front of Wolf and leave,” I demanded.
Father’s jaw clenched. He was furious.
The door suddenly opened, and Ruin stalked in. He went straight over to Wolf with a smirk on his lips.
I glanced at all three men opposite us to see they had their eyes glued to the tough-looking man wearing a motorcycle cut.
