Page 93 of Mine, Forever

“Consider it done.”

I left before I promised anything else.

So York had an admirer, this was going to be fun.

JETT

The café I’d been told to go to was cold and empty. My alarm sensors were going off. York didn’t want me to do it, he was outside, probably pacing by the car. Everything about this was telling me to run, and yet I was still sitting here with my gun strapped to my ankle.

Finally, the curtains to the kitchen opened and a tall man in a dark suit walked through. He looked at me, pausing before moving to the seat opposite me.

“James.”

“Yes.”

“But aren’t you known as Jett?”

“You know me?”

“Of course, someone not to be messed with. You have quite a few contacts in places we do. I’m impressed, you’re only young and have claimed quite a lot.”

“Well, I appreciate that. I want to speak to my grandfather.”

“You can’t. He doesn’t speak to anyone but a Brother. You can pass your message through me.”

“I want to speak to him.”

The man sighed. “I already told you—”

I stood up and headed for the door.

“Wait!”

Turning around, I saw the curtain part and another man in a suit walk out dismissing the other.

“Sit.”

I did, looking at the graying man with interest. He looked so familiar, but I knew I had never met him before.

“What do you want from me?”

He didn’t seem angry, just impatient.

“You’re my grandfather?”

“Yes.”

“Right… I’ve come to ask for you to plan a vendetta against one of my family.”

“You are speaking of Veronica Lambert.”

“Ronni. Her name is Ronni and yes.”

“You know of our ways… yes?”

I nodded.

“You know we do not forgive these past acts.”

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