Page 109 of Magnetic God

He’s clearly distraught.

Ace meets my gaze, his lips twitching. I have to cover a laugh with a cough. Fucking hell. This new generation of recruits just might be the change the Brotherhood needs.

Ace says, “You weren’t, Brother…”

“Reigns.”

“Reigns? Are you D’s cousin?”

“I am!”

Ace smile. “He’s a good guy. Now, let’s get up there. We don’t want to keep Elite Member Jones waiting.”

Reigns nods, pressing the button on the elevator. A moment later the doors open, and we all step into the lift. Soft music plays overhead as we go to the top level of the arena, where the owner’s suite is. I have to give Jones credit. Having the meeting in a public place was smart. It’ll make it more…difficult to hide any bloodshed that may occur. Too bad Ace and I don’t care about a little bloodshed.

Okay, a lot of bloodshed.

The elevator dings as we reach the top floor. Reigns motions for us to step out. Ahead, I spot a familiar face that has me slowing my pace.

“What is it?” Ace asks in a low tone.

“Jeremiah Sullivan. Hannah’s stepfather.”

What in the fuck is that monster doing here?

Jones steps out of the suite, smiling. “Henderson. Our investors are so glad to see you.” He gestures to Sullivan. “You already know Jeremiah.”

I turn my attention to Sullivan. “You’re here as an investor?”

His jaw works, as if the thought of answering me pisses him off. Good. I hope it does. Because the sight of him fucking pisses me off.

He finally says, “Yes, I’m here to invest. After all, you’re my son-in-law.”

I snort before I can stop myself. “Never call me that again. As for investing, I thought I heard something on the news recently about your…financial issues.”

His face turns bright red, but he remains silent.

I turn to Jones, smiling. “Let’s get this party started.”

Jones pauses.

“Is something wrong, Jones?”

“Not at all, Henderson. Just surprised at your…change of heart. I had heard through the grapevine that you didn’t want to take this meeting. That you said I was trying to overtake the Brotherhood by pulling a coup on Blanc.” He scoffs. “As if I’d try a coup so soon after Smith’s failed attempt.”

Jesus. Does this man hear the words coming out of his own mouth?

“I admit I was hesitant to take this meeting, but only because it meant getting back into the ring.” I smile. “Getting older is a real bitch, which I know we can all relate to.”

As the Face of the Brotherhood, I’ve dealt with a variety of people and personalities. I’ve learned that the best defense is staying as close to the truth as possible without showing my hand.

Jones nods. “I can understand that. Santos did your last surgery, did he not?”

“He did.”

“Never been a fan of that one.”

My eyebrows shoot up. Everyone loves Santos. And I mean everyone.

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