Page 56 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

Unless.

Fingers moving swiftly, I pull up London's cell phone information and see about hacking into the camera, turning the camera on to give me audio inside of the car. But my search is halted when I realize London has shut her phone off, my pulse picking up at having hit a dead end.

I'm going to have to accept that for a little while I won't know what's going on, even if it kills me a little inside.

I google Drew until I find his phone number and attempt to hack into his device, but the service is too unsteady to let me fully connect.

"Fuck." I slam my fist against the desk, my fingers still swollen from my fight with Seven.

I haven't spoken to him either, but that's how our family usually operates. We fight, we don't talk, and then we pretend like nothing happened. It's not the healthiest, but neither is our entire family dynamic.

The next forty minutes are agonizing as I dart from street cam to street cam and watch them crawl through traffic toward the restaurant.

I hate that I wasn't more prepared, but I didn't think this through, something that isn't like me at all. I'm always calculated and precise, always on top of the things that could go wrong and every variable that might pop up. But when it comes to London, my head gets jumbled and I make mistakes. I cannot afford to mess up, not again, not with her.

Switching the feed to the camera outside of Rao's, I hold my breath as Drew steps out of the car and comes around to open London's door. He holds out his hand, her dainty palm sliding into his. He guides her onto the sidewalk and toward the entrance of the restaurant.

London's dress fits her curves well, the delicate fabric hugging every inch of her in the right places, and somehow concealing the cast on her leg. She walks with ease, not alerting anyone that her leg is even injured.

My phone rings, stealing my attention, Leo's name across the screen. I click the green button and put it on speakerphone, my gaze returning to the computer.

"What do you need?" I ask him.

"Why do you assume I need something?"

"Because you never call me just to talk."

He clears his throat, hopefully signaling he's getting to the point of the call. "That deal with August and the Branford brothers."

"What about it?"

"Did it go through?"

"Why?"

"Inquiring minds want to know." He pauses. "Come on, Arch, you can tell me. I won't tell anyone."

"Why didn't you call August and ask him?"

"I did. He has his calls going through Ivy and she wouldn't say shit."

"Maybe that's for a reason."

"What did I do?"

"It's not what you did," I confess. "It's what you might do. You're hotheaded. You act on impulse. It's a sensitive deal and August can't afford any chances."

"So, it didn't go through then…because you'd tell me if it did." Leo continues, "What don't I know? What's the holdup? What's got August's panties in such a bunch?"

"I have to get going, Leo, I'm in the middle of something."

"You making a move on London, is that it?" He chuckles. "Ivy doesn't trust her, you know?"

"Ivy doesn't trust anyone," I tell him because it's the truth. I'm surprised she trusts us, and we've been there for each other through shit that no one should ever have to go through.

London walks through the restaurant, Drew's hand on her lower back, his body entirely too close to hers. I wait until she's seated and contemplate my next move. It's not that I don't want her to have a good time, I just don't want it to happen withhim.

"Come on, brother. I promise I won't act on it. Tell me what's going on, I won't take no for an answer."

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