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“This is all down to you four; I’m just the brains in this family,” I tease, walking past them, grinning.

“Is it just me, or is she getting scarier by the day?” I hear Jason ask as I walk away. Maximus chuckles, and I listen to his response.

“She is, and it’s sexy as fuck.”

ChapterTwenty-Two

CHRISTIAN

“How long does it take to see what’s going on?” Maximus asks behind me as we hide in the car down the road from Mitchell’s place, waiting for Sean to return from looking around.

“As long as it takes to get all the information we need,” I sigh, looking at the house across the street. Placing my elbow on the car door, I lean against it, glad the headache is slowly easing. I’m going to be feeling like shit for days, though. I swear, the older I get, the longer the hangovers last.

We’ve been in this car for three hours waiting to see if Mitchell was coming home. He finally arrived fifteen minutes ago with another male I don’t recognise. The two of them entered the house and have been there since. I sent Sean to look around as he is the best man for the job. He can hear through any wall or window and has a much better memory for layouts than Maximus. Jason and I are too beat up to be sneaking around, plus neither of us wants to be seen looking like this.

When we were talking this morning before the others joined us for breakfast, we decided to keep a low profile for a few days until some of the bruising goes away. Or until it fades enough for us to cover it with some sort of makeup. It's not ideal, but people know we weren’t badly hurt after last night's brawl. They will all start talking if they see the two of us now. The last thing we need is for people to realise there’s tension between us. They will try to divide us further. Not that they can do as much damage as it seems I have done all on my own.

“Here he is,” Jason mutters.

Sitting up, I see Sean walking towards us out of the windscreen. His hands are shoved in his jeans pocket, his head down as he hides his face under his baseball cap.

“He looks like a fucking drug dealer,” Maximus teases as Sean opens the back door and slides in. He removes his hat and runs his fingers through his hair.

“What did you see?” I ask, looking at Sean through the rearview mirror.

“The other guy is one of Mitchell’s dealers. He’s come to pick up some stash. I heard them arguing about missing stock, and then Mitchell forced the guy to give him head. The guy got onto his knees, and I think you can guess where it went from there.”

“Fucking joy,” Jason sighs, rolling his eyes. “I’ve heard a few times that Mitchell is known for using the guys who deal for him.”

“Well, when you look like Kermit the Frog on crack, you ain’t going to get people lining up to suck your little cock are you,” Maximus groans, turning up one side of his lips. I burst out laughing, no longer able to see the bastard Mitchell as anything other than Kermit the fucking Frog. “So, what’s the plan?” Maximus asks.

I look out the window into the darkening sky and check my watch.

“We wait for the guy to leave, give it fifteen minutes, then go in,” I answer, looking at Jason, who nods in agreement.

“Sounds like the best plan.”

“Can someone check on Jasmine? She was putting on a front earlier after her panic attack. This has upset her more than she would admit in front of me.” I can’t get the sight of her gasping for breath out of my head. I’ve seen her struggle before or have a panic attack, but I have never caused it, and that made this one a lot harder to deal with. I always swore I would never hurt that girl; she is everything to me, and I honestly thought I was dealing with all this shit on my own was best for her. I was wrong.

“I’ve just checked the cameras; she’s in your bed,” Jason replies. “I‘d leave off messaging in case we wake her.”

“How did she sleep?” I ask Maximus, who shrugs.

“She tossed and turned all night. I’m not sure how much rest she got.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to try and calm myself.

“I fucked up.” I don’t know if I mean to say the words out loud, but getting them out of my head into the open doesn’t help the guilt as I had wished it would.

“No shit.”

“Maximus,” Sean warns. As always, he’s the peacekeeper between the two of us.

“What? He did, in more ways than one! I’m not going to pussy foot around that!” The tone in Maximus’s voice confirms how pissed off he is. When I look at him in the rearview mirror, the anger is there at the forefront. But there is also pain, and I know I put that there, too.

“What did you think was going to happen? Did you really think none of us would find out what was going on?” Jason asks next to me.

“Well, you hadn’t yet, so I thought I might have a bit longer,” I shrug, knowing how blasé that sounds. But it’s true. I’ve been waiting for one of them to hear about the hit, but there’s been nothing. I’m surprised by how long it's taken one of them to find out.

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