“No time to make any here, we can stop on the way over,” Roman says as he picks up his keys and notepad off the coffee table and heads toward the kitchen. “We need to get moving.”
“As long as we can get some food with it,” Holden adds.
“Fuck if the two of you aren’t going to be the death of me,” Roman mumbles under his breath.
“We can still hear you, and I’d beg to differ. If anything is the death of you, it’ll happen in the ring.” I can’t help but laugh. As much as he complains, Roman loves us.
We head out through the kitchen, straight to the garage. “Shotgun!” Holden shouts before taking off to the passenger door and getting inside, laughing at me once he’s done it.
Shaking my head, I open the door and climb in behind him while Roman gets in the driver's seat.
“I really need that coffee now,” I announce as I slide into the back, pressing my knees into the back of Holden’s seat to annoy him. Fucker shouldn’t have seat blocked me.
“You snooze, you lose, and if you don’t get your knees out of my back I’m going to break them,” he says harshly from the front seat.
“Whatever.” I make sure to make the W in front of my face even though he can’t see me. I may or may not have been having a nineties movie marathon last night as well. Alicia Silverstone was a fox.
Roman groans and I scoot back in my seat, not wanting to anger the beast any more than he already is this morning.
“So, what’s up with this pack? Why all the cloak and dagger?” I ask, genuinely curious. It’s not like our employees aren’t vetted. We’d trust them with working on our home.
“No clue and don’t care.” Roman announces as he backs out of the garage and turns so that we can head down our driveway. “We were personally recommended to them; that’s all I care about. So, please don’t fucking embarrass me or piss them off.”
“Us, embarrass you? You wound me, big brother,” I place my hand over my heart as if he’s crushed my soul, while Holden twists in his seat, trying to hide his laughter.
Holden and I are close, and one thing we love doing is giving Roman a hard time. Well, maybe me a little more than him.
“Don’t open your mouth again if you want that coffee.” Roman snarls as he reaches over and turns the radio up louder.
He knows just how to make me fall in line. Threaten to take away my coffee. I pull out my phone and log into the school’s student registry, taking time to read what little information there is about River, and then I check on Henry. If that pack he’s trying to get into went to this school, I could find information about them, but they don’t. They showed up about a year ago, hanging around the school as if they were students.
Thirty minutes and a coffee and bagel later, we’re pulling up to the client’s address. It’s out on a large piece of property, away from anyone else. A large gate surrounds it, with a guard shack at the entryway.
“What the hell?” Holden gasps. And I feel the same way. This place is insane.
“You can say that again.” My mouth literally drops open as the guard steps out of the gate, armed to the nines.
“Can I help you?” he asks. His alpha dominance seeping out, surrounding us.
“We have an appointment,” Roman tells him.
“Name and identification for everyone in the car.” The guard tells us.
“I’m Roman VanAcker, and these are my brothers Nash and Holden.” Roman tells him as both Holden and I hand over our IDs to him to pass to the guard.
“I’ll be right back.” He takes the IDs and heads back inside the shack.
“This is some shit. You’d think we were visiting the president,” Holden whispers. Roman nods his head but doesn’t say anything. His attention is on the guard.
The guard returns a few minutes later, handing the IDs back to Roman. “Any weapons on you?” he questions.
“No.”
“We need to do a quick search, if you could step outside your vehicle.” Another guard steps out behind him with a dog.
What in the ever loving hell!
The three of us get out of the truck and move over to the side, standing together. “What the hell are you getting us into?” I whisper.
