Page 72 of Four Fiances & I

“Gordon,” Jason answers, nodding. I can see that doesn’t sit well with him; he has become close to the man who watches his back daily. “I don’t think it’s him; he’s just as loyal as Layton.” He turns to his old bodyguard, who shrugs.

“I only worked with him briefly, but he seemed genuine. From what I have seen and heard, I would be surprised if he was the mole.”

Jason nods before looking to Christian, who’s a little too quiet. When I turn my attention to my eldest brother, I can see that this is all taking a toll on him. He looks exhausted, physically and mentally. The only other time I have seen him looking this way was when Jasmine was taken, and none of us slept the whole time she was missing.

“Do you want me to get him in here too?” Terry asks. Jason shakes his head before running his fingers through his hair.

“No, I’ll deal with him after the meeting.” He’s on edge, and his patience is running thin. He turns to me, and I know what he’s thinking.

“I don’t think it’s, Mykela. I haven’t even told her some of the stuff in that file,” I explain.

“I doubt it’s her too. She has worked with us for five years and never taken as much as a sick day; it's why I promoted her to guard Sean when he started managing,” Terry adds. Christian and Jason both nod in agreement. Mykela may be quiet, but she has always gone above and beyond for this family. There is no reason for her to have turned on us.

“Layton, do you know who could be giving out information on us?” Christian asks, finally walking back over to where the rest of us have congregated. Layton shakes his head before looking at Terry.

“I can honestly say the team is tight, possibly the tightest since I joined.”

“He’s right; not a single person comes to mind. Everyone is loyal or acts loyal to you all,” Terry adds, looking to Calvin, who nods.

“What about if they are talking to friends or family outside of work and haven’t realised what they were doing?” Jasmine asks next to me. I look at Terry, who is watching her.

“It’s a possibility,” I point out. “Who likes to talk?”

“I can’t think of anyone off the top of my head,” Terry sighs, looking to Calvin and Layton, who shake their heads.

I take a deep breath and tighten my hold on Jasmine. It feels like we are going around in circles and are no closer to finding out who is selling us out.

The conversation continues around me as the others compare notes on who they think could be behind the information leak. Every name we can think of is thrown out there, but none are a certainty. There is a reason we have the team we do, and that’s why this is so unbelievable. The only time we have ever had any issues with turncoats was when Tommy was alive, but since he was cut off and later killed, we haven’t had any problems from the staff.

“Let’s head to the meeting room; everyone should be there,” Terry points out as he stands, pain etched all over his face.

“Should you really be here? You need to rest,” Jasmine says, looking at Terry, who looks at her with arched brows.

“You think I can rest with all this going on? If a member of my team has betrayed us, you can be damn sure I will be here to deal with them.” God help whoever has let Terry down, as he will make their life a living hell if he doesn’t kill them for it.

Jasmine falls into step beside me as we stand and head towards the door.

“You don’t have to come, Princess.”

Jasmine shakes her head and gives me a small smile.

“I want to be there; I’m tired of being out of the loop.”

Christian steps beside her and runs a hand over her head.

“Okay, Sweetheart. But if you want to leave at any point, just let Layton know, and he will step out with you.” Christian looks to Layton, who nods.

“Absolutely, just give me the nod, and we’ll escape.”

“I’ll be fine,” she replies, holding her head high, determined to show strength. Christian looks at her proudly before kissing the top of her head.

“Then you are more than welcome to come with us. Just remember, no matter what we are like in there …”

“You will never treat me like that, I know,” she answers with a smile.

“Good girl,” he praises her with pride in his eyes.

We stop outside the dining room, which we use for large team meetings, where we can hear the hushed voices of those inside. Christian and Terry, ensure they are at the front of us before sharing a look.

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