from others every chance I got. And I always did that, very well, delighting in it, feasting on the destruction of others that were left in my wake.
As I straightened my thick shoulders, running my fingers through my hair, I strode down the stairs taking the steps two at a time. The sooner I talked with the men downstairs, the sooner I would find myself in bed with Haven.
I found the men sitting in the living room, their hands cradling glasses of bourbon; my fucking bourbon. Dooley looked smug as all hell as his eye landed on me, grinning at the animalistic snarl I struggled to keep off my lips. The bastard had always been too cocky for my taste. Men like him always got what was coming to them. He had managed to skate by, hiding his dirty ways for years, but that wouldn’t last forever. When the time came, I might take him down myself. After this fucking mess was over, he’d know too damn much about my household, my men, and me. There was no comfort in that, only danger, and lots of it.
“I see you’ve all made yourself at home,” I grumbled, pouring myself a tall glass of bourbon.
“Nice place you have here, Christakos,” Dooley said with a smirk and a raised brow.
“I’ve earned it, Dooley, so watch your tongue. I am owed respect.”
Hackett shook his head, chuckling lightly in that way he did when he was nervous about something. Clearing his throat, he wasted no time in attempting to clear the air of hostility. “We don’t have time for this shit. Fight after we catch this fucking lunatic. Let’s get down to business.” He drained his glass dry of bourbon and leaned back on the couch.
Only a handful of men could talk to me in such a manner and live. Hackett was one of them. “You’re right. There’s something more important than a pissing contest with this idiot. What do we know about Theron?” Any information would be more than what I currently knew about my long-lost brother.
Dooley wasted no time, jumping into the conversation. No surprise. “Nothing. He’s a fucking ghost. Outside of what Davis and Haven learned at the orphanage, and that information was lost with Davis, we have nothing more than an image of him.”
“And that leaves us where exactly in finding him?”
Dooley flipped open a laptop, pressed a few keys and turned it to face me. A video sprung to life showing a man who looked so much like me I could barely breathe. I watched as the man – my brother – placed a bomb in a black SUV outside of an old house, the orphanage he had spent much of his life in, from what Haven had said. The cold smile on his face was a carbon copy of mine.
I stiffened at the sight of him. A murderous rage flamed to life inside me, scorching my lungs and throat as I watched Davis climb inside the SUV and slam the door closed. A heartbeat later, a man I had trusted with my life was engulfed in flames, the metal bursting open like a mangled wreck. He didn’t stand a chance.
In the corner of the frame, I could make out Haven and an elderly woman being thrown against the wall of the old house like rag dolls. My heart wept at the sight of Haven’s tortured expression as she slowly faced the burning car and the realization that Davis was burning alive inside it. Downing the remaining bourbon in my glass in one swallow, reveling in the burn, I snapped the laptop closed.
“I see now why it was so easy for him to set me up for murder. What makes you think he’ll come for me?”
My gaze traveled between my men and Dooley, staring them down intently. No one seemed to want to speak up. After a few minutes of silence, Eamon stood up and began pacing around the room. “Sebastian. He’s fucking jealous as hell of you. You have everything that was taken from him. He’s your brother. When you were born, your father chose one child over the other. He chose you. Don’t you see? Having two sons so close in age at that time was viewed as more of a problem than it is today. You were firstborn, making him less
As I straightened my thick shoulders, running my fingers through my hair, I strode down the stairs taking the steps two at a time. The sooner I talked with the men downstairs, the sooner I would find myself in bed with Haven.
I found the men sitting in the living room, their hands cradling glasses of bourbon; my fucking bourbon. Dooley looked smug as all hell as his eye landed on me, grinning at the animalistic snarl I struggled to keep off my lips. The bastard had always been too cocky for my taste. Men like him always got what was coming to them. He had managed to skate by, hiding his dirty ways for years, but that wouldn’t last forever. When the time came, I might take him down myself. After this fucking mess was over, he’d know too damn much about my household, my men, and me. There was no comfort in that, only danger, and lots of it.
“I see you’ve all made yourself at home,” I grumbled, pouring myself a tall glass of bourbon.
“Nice place you have here, Christakos,” Dooley said with a smirk and a raised brow.
“I’ve earned it, Dooley, so watch your tongue. I am owed respect.”
Hackett shook his head, chuckling lightly in that way he did when he was nervous about something. Clearing his throat, he wasted no time in attempting to clear the air of hostility. “We don’t have time for this shit. Fight after we catch this fucking lunatic. Let’s get down to business.” He drained his glass dry of bourbon and leaned back on the couch.
Only a handful of men could talk to me in such a manner and live. Hackett was one of them. “You’re right. There’s something more important than a pissing contest with this idiot. What do we know about Theron?” Any information would be more than what I currently knew about my long-lost brother.
Dooley wasted no time, jumping into the conversation. No surprise. “Nothing. He’s a fucking ghost. Outside of what Davis and Haven learned at the orphanage, and that information was lost with Davis, we have nothing more than an image of him.”
“And that leaves us where exactly in finding him?”
Dooley flipped open a laptop, pressed a few keys and turned it to face me. A video sprung to life showing a man who looked so much like me I could barely breathe. I watched as the man – my brother – placed a bomb in a black SUV outside of an old house, the orphanage he had spent much of his life in, from what Haven had said. The cold smile on his face was a carbon copy of mine.
I stiffened at the sight of him. A murderous rage flamed to life inside me, scorching my lungs and throat as I watched Davis climb inside the SUV and slam the door closed. A heartbeat later, a man I had trusted with my life was engulfed in flames, the metal bursting open like a mangled wreck. He didn’t stand a chance.
In the corner of the frame, I could make out Haven and an elderly woman being thrown against the wall of the old house like rag dolls. My heart wept at the sight of Haven’s tortured expression as she slowly faced the burning car and the realization that Davis was burning alive inside it. Downing the remaining bourbon in my glass in one swallow, reveling in the burn, I snapped the laptop closed.
“I see now why it was so easy for him to set me up for murder. What makes you think he’ll come for me?”
My gaze traveled between my men and Dooley, staring them down intently. No one seemed to want to speak up. After a few minutes of silence, Eamon stood up and began pacing around the room. “Sebastian. He’s fucking jealous as hell of you. You have everything that was taken from him. He’s your brother. When you were born, your father chose one child over the other. He chose you. Don’t you see? Having two sons so close in age at that time was viewed as more of a problem than it is today. You were firstborn, making him less
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