But here I am, promising that she’s mine, promising to take care of her.
Every fiber in my body wants to provide and protect. And then there is the possessiveness I feel. I can’t stand another man looking at her like he might want her. It drives me insane.
I get my feet moving again. The sooner I make it through the pile of work on my desk the sooner I can get Gigi alone in her apartment.
But as I turn into my office, I find Gris and Killian waiting for me. Gris looks grim enough that I’m wondering if someone has died. And Killian…his face is a complete mask.
My brothers are never waiting in my office for me.
“What’s wrong?”
Gris rearranges his face, giving me a smile. Killian is not much for sugarcoating.
“How was the meeting with the inspectors?” Gris asks, taking a seat on the couch.
That’s when I notice a file folder on the coffee table. “What’s in the folder?”
“Bad news,” Killian rumbles. “How’d the meeting go?”
“Good. Permits are coming through.” I stand straighter, done answering questions. I want answers.
Killian grabs the folder tucking it under his arm.
Is that how this is going to go? “Killian,” I grit through my teeth. “What’s in the fucking folder?”
“We need to talk first,” he answers, which is not really an answer.
“Not until you tell me what’s in the folder.”
He sighs. “No.”
My teeth are clenched tight enough to make diamonds. “Don’t pull this big brother bullshit. This is my office.”
“This is personal,” Gris says, leaning forward, like he’s trying to catch my attention. “And if we’re careful with this, it could really be to our advantage, but only if we’re careful.”
That makes me relax the slightest bit. I’ll take any advantage I can get. “I’ll bite. How do we need to be careful?”
But once again, my question is met with a question. “How do you feel about Gigi?”
That throws me, and my head whips back. “What does Gigi have to do with this?”
“Everything,” Killian adds, looking truly pained.
I’m not angry anymore, instead, dread fills my limbs and I start pacing like a caged animal. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“Brother, please answer the question,” Gris pulls my attention to him again. “How do you feel about Gigi?”
“I want to marry her,” I answer, the truth of the words calming me.
Killian’s eyes widen in surprise. “That’s good.”
“I’m not so sure,” Gris answers, shaking his head.
“What the fuck are you two talking about?” I say, my voice way louder than is likely necessary.
Gris stands. “You remember that there were some questions about Gigi’s identity?”
My spine snaps straight. “Jesus fucking Christ, just spit it out.”
