Page 101 of Kade

“I know you’re not going to lay a hand on any of those kids again, not how you just did.”

He scoffed again, a wildness in his eyes that he was having a hard time hiding. “And here I thought we were going to be friendly. I welcomed you to town. Came to your father’s funeral. Introduced you to the other board members. How do you repay me for my kindness?” His eyes went mean. “You think you can get between me and my kid?”

“When it’s to hurt, not help, fuck yeah I am.” I moved toward him. “Not a hardship on my end. Every time I see you, I tend to want to punch you. You going to give me that excuse now?”

That mean glint grew before it shifted to calculating. He smirked, shifting back on his feet. “You know, I’ve heard a rumor that Kade Enterprises is struggling.”

Fine. We could go that direction. “You heard wrong.”

“Our stock plummeted the day after your daddy kille—” He choked and stopped speaking, his voice strangled because I had a grip on his shoulder, a painful grip, and I walked him into the side of the equipment shed. I hadn’t meant to accelerate things to this point so quickly, but he was about to talk about my dad.

I glanced at Brett. “I think he needs help standing.”

He grunted, staring down at Moreaux. “He was stumbling all over the place. Intoxicated at a public event. Good thing he has us. To help him out.”

I deadpanned, tightening my grip on him. “That’s us. Regular saints here.”

With the grip I had on him, he couldn’t use one entire side of his body. As he was still registering that he couldn’t lift his arm or move his leg, I caught the shadows of Brett and Mark blocking us from view.

“He needs to stand a little, Mase,” Mark pointed out.

I eased up my grip, just a bit. “Our stock bounced back the next day, you dumb fuck. You’re going to shut your mouth about the company.”

Moreaux glared at me, but he remained still. He looked at me as if I’d offended him. I knew his kind. They’d been at the top of the hierarchy all their lives.

Here I come—a name he knows, but I’m new money. I’m an athlete. I’ve got fame and power, but in his mind, I can’t match him. Can’t equal him. No. I’m just a football player.

“You think you’re top dog, huh? No one messes with you. Poker with the district attorney. That sort of thing.”

“I think I got friends in places that you have no idea about.” He lifted his chin up.

My grin, if that’s what it could be called, was cold. His eyebrows pulled together.

“You think I’m not aware of the calls and meetings you’ve been having with the other shareholders?”

His sneer faltered, slightly.

“You think I don’t know the shit you have on those members? That I don’t have that information as well? The photos. The blackmail material.”

His sneer faded entirely.

“Or that I don’t know about the secret meeting you’re going to call early Monday morning with the agenda of finalizing those shares and making a move to force me and my brother from the company?”

His smarmy tanned skin went pale underneath, but then it started to get red. That color spread.

I lifted a thumb, seeing a white print there.

“You don’t know shit. And even if you did, it’s too late—”

“You’re so wrong that you look stupid.” This guy was coming for my family. He was going to regret that.

He stopped struggling, but he still seethed. “You don’t kno—” He couldn’t get out anymore.

I tightened my hold and he dropped down a couple inches. He was folding under my grip.

“Does Johannson know you’re fucking his wife?” Axel’s dad was also a shareholder.

He went still. “You’re bluffing.”

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