Page 114 of Icy Cold Death

The male voice was not what he was expecting.

“Connor, Justin, and Booth. We’re here to make sure you have this.”

Thank.

Freaking.

God.

He had backup in case the girls went at each other. Connor was the oldest, and they tended to both listen to him.

Yeah, he welcomed it.

“Come in.”

The brothers entered, and it was clear that word had traveled. He didn’t tell all of them that he was having the meeting.

Now, he was curious.

“Who spilled the beans?”

Connor was honest. He was also concerned. They were all Littlemoons. This shouldn’t be only Julian’s burden to carry. The man had given them all a life that was spectacular. Because of him, they found love and a brother they never knew about.

They had his back.

“Claire. She called me and said the showdown was happening. We figured this is our mess too as your brothers and hers too.”

Lianna looked very small in the chair, and it wasn’t lost on any of them that her spirit was broken. The woman they knew, and this one, were not the same.

Julian was grateful.

He’d take it.

“Well, we’re handling Li first. Then, Hurricane Claire will be rolling into port. We all know how that is going to end,” he said, clueing them in in case they weren’t aware of how volatile the situation could be.

Booth had never seen the women go at it. This was two pissed off cats in a fight to the death over territory.

The rest of the men knew it was going to be bad. Connor had informed them that they were mainly there to pull the women off of each other and to keep Julian from firing anyone.

If that was possible.

He was a man on the edge.

If you screwed with his business, you ended up on his bad side.

No one did that.

NO.

ONE.

This agency was his baby, and he loved it almost as much as he loved his real babies. He’d yell at his own wife if she damaged it.

His wayward sister?

And Claire?

Oh, he’d fire some Littlemoons.

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