“I know her Dad, if it is him, that is.”
I waited, unsure I could control the annoyance in my voice anymore. The only reason Chaos would be stringing it out like this would be because he knew I wasn’t going to like the answer.
“The name on the paperwork is Darian Bianchi.”
My stomach dropped, because I knew the name but I’d never met the guy. I looked over at Raf, who had spotted me, and acruel smirk lit up his face. The fucker knew we were on mutual ground. I couldn’t attack him, and he couldn’t attack me.
The only approved fighting was in that damn ring.
He pocketed his phone and left his women behind, before heading over to us, with that cocky grin on his face. That grin that knew I wouldn’t try anything here.
“Gentlemen.”
“Fuck off, Raf.”
“So hostile, Reaper. I’m offering you a simple hello.”
“You heard him, Raf.”
His attention turned to Chaos, a sneer on his face. Clearly he knew something about Frankie and Chaos. Even I knew there was something there, something they were both denying. Slowly, he turned his head back to me, his face now devoid of his sneer, and his grin back.
“Allow me a courtesy, yes?”
“After you near killed someone I care about? Never.”
“Oh, you mean dear Ro? I never would have allowed them to kill her. It was a warning, for your son, after all. He really ought to pay for his debts.”
“How much does he owe? Why not come to me?”
“He’s a grown man, Reaper, surely he doesn’t come running to you to fix all his problems.”
The urge to break our treaty here was looking really fucking good right about now. This fucker thought he was untouchable, and yeah, sure on a good day, he could best me, I knew that, but he was young.
And I had experience.
“How about a truce? You give me five minutes with Ro, and I’ll give you her attackers.”
“And why would you do that?” I query, trying hard not to land my fist in this fucker’s face.
“I’ve recently come into possession of some information and I’d like to share it with her. If it pleases you, I’d be more than happy for you to be present.”
“And you’ll give over men who work for you?”
“They don’t work for me,” he said. “They work for the Ironborne.”
“And so do you,” Chaos reminded him.
He ignored the jibe, and kept his eyes on me. He handed over a card. I took it as he backed up. “The offer is always there.”
Raf walked away. I didn’t take my eyes off his retreating form until he was out the door. Turning to Chaos, I could still see him stewing.
“Brother, if you don’t want to lose Frankie, you’d better claim her quick. Boy’s still head over heels for her.”
Chaos shrugged his shoulder, pushing off his stool. “He can have her if he loves her so much.”
Even I could see it bothered him more than he thought. I’d never seen him this hung up, and especially over a few nights with a woman. In fact, I’d never seen him bring a girl to the clubhouse, but he had brought Frankie and hung out with her all night.
“Come on, I think Trojan may have some information for us by now. I think you also need to speak with your woman.”
