Page 110 of When Kings Fall

“You really believe that, Dad?”

“I do. You’re happy for the first time in ages. Content. Powerful. Secure in yourself. Roman explained that it works all ways with you four, you’re all helping one another, you’re a hella good team. And look,” he said, pointing at Levi, “You’re with a guy who rides, loves motorcycles and is a brutal bastard in a fight.” He pointed to Colt. “You’re with this rocker who plays the kind of music I’m into.” He moved to Mason. “And you’re with a future tattoo artist, also up my alley.” He grinned. “Got the whole fucking package right here, don’t you, baby girl?”

We all laughed.

“Thank you, Dad.” I threw my arms around him then.

He held me to him, his voice breaking with rare emotion as he uttered, “Missed you. Missed you so much, Brianna.”

I tightened my hold on him. “I missed you too.”

As we pulled apart, he looked out at my boys. “Keep treating her right and we’ll stay all good here, yeah?”

They all gave him their word.

I beamed out at them all.

I couldn’t believe how far we’d come.

The way things had started down in Stonewell with that seemed like another world now, one whose existence was fading fast with every passing day.

Because now there was this.

Our new reality.

And I couldn’t love it more.

26

~Mason~

Roman burst on into the living room holding the guy we intended to use for all he was worth in a headlock as he dragged him in, his head covered with a black hood.

He released him in front of where we were all gathered on the black leather wraparound couch —aside from Curt who was continuing to make arrangements with his guys on the phone out on the patio as he smoked up a storm. According to Bree, he wasn’t a regular smoker, just a stress smoker.

And this mission ahead of us certainly qualified.

So much so that I was going to have to go back to my former controlled persona just for tonight. I couldn’t risk it any other way. Not with this. Not with the stakes and not with how much it meant to the mental health of Lev and Bree.

Roman released the guy roughly and ripped off the hood.

And then Kyle Trass stared up at all of us from his knees, blinking rapidly and trying to process what was happening.

“What the—” His gaze landed on Levi. “You didn’t fuck me up enough to—” He caught sight of Bree then, his shock increasing tenfold. “Brianna, fuck. How are you… what’s happening?”

“You’re here to do us a little favor,” Roman told him.

Levi rose to his feet and shoved his hands into his pants pockets. “Come on now, Dad, don’t be concerned about scaring him. Fear is a powerful motivator.” He walked to Kyle and loomed over him, that dangerous side of him coming out. He growled, “It’s not a little favor. Malcolm Lynch is involved.”

“No,” Kyle said, his naked fear staggering. Whoa. “No, I can’t.”

“You seem under the impression that you have a choice in this,” Levi said. He shot out his hand and fisted it in Kyle’s hair. “You don’t, motherfucker.”

Kyle looked over his shoulder at Roman standing there with his arms folded as he leaned against the bookcase observing and supervising. “Roman Knight,” he breathed. He turned back to Levi. “Your dad kidnapped me right from my office at Ravage. My security guys and my employees are gonna figure out what went down and they’re gonna come for me.”

Levi scoffed. “They won’t be able to follow my dad’s path and track you. I’ve run interference.”

“You… what… you can do that?”

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