Page 19 of Tangled Lies
I just nodded.
“Give me a few weeks. We’re close.”
Barone nodded and clasped me on the shoulder.
“Good, good. Even with her parents dead, I respected her father. That uncle will want the money she can access once she marries and there’s something else in her trust that her father intended for our family. The senator is in my way.”
My father simply walked away without another word, leaving me with nothing but the same frustration. Marriage to a stranger over money and some political shit. Too bad the parents met an early demise, and I was still willing to bet it was the uncle. Cold son of a bitch to kill his own brother. Still, her father had been a very well-known lawyer, one that had been deep in our pockets.
I turned back to the study and walked straight toward the guy on the floor.
I reached for the asshole’s collar and pulled him to his feet while we waited.
“Call Jett. He won’t want to miss this.”
Jett’s voice was loud over the phone the second Talon’s call connected.
“Daddy dearest gone?” Jett asked.
I smirked at the way he referred to my adoptive father, the one that gave us all a life of darkness and luxury. I glanced up to the ceiling knowing the odds were he was in his room with our caged bird.
“Check the window, you shit. When you see the car drive away, come get our gift and bring Miss Harrington,” said Talon.
The call disconnected.
I shifted away from the gaged fool. He wouldn’t be running. Not with the four of us here.
I could practically count to three for Jett to get out of his room and to the stairs. I leaned against the desk in the studyand waited, listening to the footfalls of my delicate elephant of a brother.
The door slammed open and I swear I almost choked on my tongue at the damn near exposed ass of Margaux over his shoulder.
“Jett, you are such an idiot. Put me down. Fucking hell. I’ve been kidnapped by a fucking group of handsy morons.”
I enjoyed the view for a second longer, but Jett slapped her ass as he put her down.
“Aww, pretty girl, I knew you liked me,” Jett said, her wrist still firmly in his grip even as she tried to twist away.
“Nice ass there, Margaux. Shit, Jett. She’s got feet and could have walked down here,” Talon said.
I glared but didn’t stop Talon as he unbuttoned his shirt and stepped toward her.
“Princess, put this on. It’s a lot longer than that damn dress. Your friend is either my hero or asking for me to murder her,” said Talon.
Margaux hesitated, and I’d be willing to bet she was mesmerized by the muscles Talon had earned one fight at a time. I hated the idea that she was paying more attention to him than me.
“Margaux, put the shirt on. Now.” There was a bite in my tone I didn’t mean to let seep in. I didn’t have emotions.
Knox whistled, a long single sound, breaking his quiet wait over by a man who wasn’t walking out of here tonight. I shot Knox a glare but he just smiled. Son of a bitch was far too good at seeing everything. I didn’t like that he'd noticed that I wasn’t as numb to everything as I normally was.
Once that shirt was on her though? It felt like we all took a deep breath.
“Great. Now that we can all focus, Jett, Barone brought us a little gift. Didn’t want you missing out. So now. What will we do?”
I called my father Barone just like those in the closest of the inner circle. He was about as warm of a father as ice in the arctic. Still, this was his way of showing me and my boys love.
Jett pulled out a serrated-edged blade that had been hidden around his ankle beneath his pants. The fucker was scary with how fast he moved. The yelp from the guy told me the blade was already at the guy's chin. Poor thing jerked his head and extended his neck as far as it would go in hopes of not getting cut. It would all be in vain.
Knox removed the gag.
