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“Um. I’m guessing you might be upset.”
“I wouldn’t just be upset. I’d kill every bastard who touched you, who hurt you, who even looked at you funny. Do you get that?”
She . . . she hadn’t understood that before. Hadn’t seen the depth with which he would do what was needed to keep her safe.
But now she was starting to see it.
“I think I do now.”
“You must be kept safe, baby. Otherwise, the rest of this . . . everything . . . it’s pointless.”
Regent walked backinto the study.
He hadn’t wanted to leave his girl. But he had to speak to his brothers before they left.
Why did he feel like he’d missed something? That he could have done something differently?
Jilly had seemed happy when he’d left her. She’d gone back to her book, telling him she thought she’d solved a plot hole.
He wasn’t exactly sure what she was talking about, but he was glad she was happy.
Maxim had helped himself to his Scotch in true Maxim fashion. While Victor looked like he was contemplating ripping their youngest brother’s limbs off and beating him with them. And Jardin was ignoring them both while checking something on his phone.
So. Everything was normal here.
“It’s only four in the afternoon,” he said to Maxim.
“Anytime is a good time for hundred-year-old Scotch,” Maxim replied as Regent sat behind his desk. “Besides, Victor is driving me home.”
“No, I’m not,” Victor grumbled.
“You’d let me drive after drinking?” Maxim asked.
“You can walk,” Victor snapped.
“We need to talk about what the fuck is going on,” Regent said impatiently.
“Or we could talk about Jilly,” Maxim suggested. “She seems so sweet. And cute.”
Regent leaned forward, hitting Maxim with the full force of his gaze. “You shouldn’t be noticing how cute she is.”
Maxim just smiled.
He’d always been the hardest to control. The most outrageous of all his brothers.
In other words, a giant headache.
“We need to talk about what is going on,” he said. “Someone shot at our men last night. We’re fucking lucky no one died. And having to shift product quickly from one warehouse to another because someone leaked the location is not acceptable!”
“At least Basilien found the people behind the theft of our supplies by the border,” Victor said with a scowl. “They were taken care of, but it doesn’t seem like that was related to what’s happening here.”
“Whoever has been paying people to attack the street pushers has to have some inside knowledge of our operation,” Maxim guessed.
Victor grunted. “Since we’re in control of ninety percent of the drug trade in the city, it doesn’t take any knowledge to find guys pushing our stuff.”
That was true.
Most of the guys out there selling drugs were pushing their stuff.
