Page 144 of Kade

Beltraine and Axel shared a look before following their friend.

“What happened?” I asked Sam.

She stood, moving at a slower pace. I felt a kick inside at seeing the sadness in her eyes. I didn’t like seeing it there. And it was worse because I wouldn’t be able to remove it, not anytime soon. She came over, giving Logan a hug first before moving to my chest. My arms came around her.

“Come on, my Threesome Fearsome Sister. We brought coffee for you. Isn’t that like catnip for you?”

A grin tugged at her mouth, which warmed me a little.

I mouthed thank you to my brother over her head.

He only lifted one corner of his mouth up in response, his eyes in shadow.

Sam took one of the coffees offered but didn’t move from my shelter.

The door was shoved open from the side.

Axel stood there, grimacing when he saw us. “Uh, Steele’s going to lose his shit if we don’t get on the same page.”

Logan took point for us, advancing on him. “And what page would that be?”

Axel was eyeing him, giving him a quizzical look. He started to respond.

Logan cut him off, “Oh, by the way. I just saw your folks. It’d been on the agenda to let him know your mom’s fucking your buddy’s father, but then Moreaux didn’t show up, so that news never came to light. You’re welcome.” He breezed past the kid, who gaped after him.

I almost felt sorry for the boy. Almost.

There was no surprise on Axel’s face so he’d known, but Logan blasted him with that news that we also knew, and on this night, it would’ve felt like he’d been hit with a grounder from left field. I knew what Logan was doing.

He’d been briefed on the drive and that Sabrina was the opposition. In Logan’s view, her brother and the two guys that stood shoulder to shoulder with him were also the opposition. He was knocking them off-balance, one by one. As we followed him, who was following behind Beltraine, who was walking at a slower pace to where Steele was waiting, I knew we’d witness something similar to each of the other two. I just wasn’t sure what Logan was going to use as ammunition.

“Fucking finally,” Steele snapped, going through a door that he’d held open for us. Beltraine got there first, holding it for Logan, who swept past him.

He blinked at him in surprise before his gaze jerked to us, and he nodded to himself. As if reminding himself that Logan was with us. I didn’t blame him. The only one who really noticed Logan’s presence at the house before the ambulance got there was Steele because Logan had been the one who helped stop the bleeding.

We entered the room, which I almost started laughing because it was a chapel.

Logan was fighting back a grin, which doubled at seeing my reaction.

I groaned. “Fuck’s sakes.”

“Now, now. None of that cursing, Mason. The Head Honcho wouldn’t approve.” Logan held up his finger at me.

I flicked him off. “Fuck off.”

A genuine laugh came next from him.

Steele was at the altar, his back to it, and the glowering hadn’t eased up. It seemed to have worsened. His hands werein fists again, pressed tight to his pants, as if he needed to hold himself back from… Doing something he didn’t want to do.

Beltraine came in last, shutting the door.

“Lock it,” Steele ordered.

Click.

“Done,” Beltraine commented, coolly. He rounded around us, barely sparing us a look as he went to join his friends. “You got the floor, Steele.”

He cocked his head up, skewering me. He lost some of the heat when his gaze went to Sam, then returned as he flicked Logan a wary look. “I want to know what the fuck happened in that room. And don’t bullshit me. My sister would never hurt herself. I know what Maddy said, but I don’t believe her.”

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