Page 18 of These Little Heirs
“Which one are you? Cobalt, right?” Morvan asked as the limo pulled out onto the street.
“Yeah,” I nodded.
It wasn’t the first time one of us had impersonated another one. Morvan had never been able to tell Cobalt and I apart. He knew Teal straight away, but it was almost like Co and I were just spares.
“Good. Then you know about the warehouse. Got some info while I was in there. We have business to see to. Chanley is pretty good about keeping his trap shut, right?” Morvan asked, leaning back against the limo seat as if he rode in one every day of his life.
“Who is Chanley?” I asked.
“The driver,” he laughed. “Teal’s right. You don’t remember names very well.” Morvan scribbled something down on a tiny piece of paper and knocked on the divider. He passed the paper through and relaxed again.
“What sort of business?” I asked.
“The sort we take care of at the warehouse. We’ll just pick up the package and take it there,” Morvan grinned at me. “Relax. You don’t have to play ball if you don’t want to. I know you’re more of a lover than a fighter.”
There was something Teal had told Cobalt that neither of them told me. I had let it slide until now because I had to focus on Ambry. My mate was now saying my name over and over like a mantra because of Teal’s asinine plans.
“So. We’re just not going to talk about what your twin did?” I asked.
“We’re going to handle that too. He’s not getting off that easily. He’ll be out forever, though. He has no tolerance to downers. First, we’re going to take care of this angry little man who’s been posting on social media that he might just pluck a little robin from its nest.”
“What?” I asked, my dragon standing to his full height inside his inner sanctum upon hearing our hatchling’s name.
“Cobalt, either you’re tired or you’re thick. This dude is talking in code but he’s threatening your brother’s newborn. We’re going to take him to the warehouse and take care of it. That’s what we do. You know that. Remember, we explained it all to you when you visited the warehouse. Are you sleeping okay, friend?”
“It’s been a long day or night or whatever,” I shrugged, biting back the fire and rage my dragon tried to spit out.
This ‘angry little man’ as Morvan called it wouldn’t live to see the warehouse. If I left too much of a mess behind, Clarence would have to clean it up. Maybe then he’d believe I could be the one behind seed bombing his golf courses. Just because I hadn’t done it, didn’t mean I wasn’t capable of it.
My dragon shifted my eyes to his and I sank into his rage. Ambry whispered my name over and over and I spoke soft, soothing words over our mating link to him and our baby. The world would be a safer place soon. Teal wasn’t the only one who could lose his composure every once in a while. Then when I was home, I’d sock my brother for getting the house blown up. ThenI’d crawl into the nest with my mate and baby and sleep for the rest of the day.
It was a blur. The whole damn thing. I followed Morvan out of the limo and up the stairs of a fancy-ish apartment building. It was in an up and coming part of London and most of the people who lived there were well off enough. On the way over, Morvan showed me the posts where this man talked about my family as if we personally caused his problems and how he planned to scramble my hatchling.
The man opened the door yelling that we took long enough to bring his pizza. Then I invoked my inner Guardie and ran my taloned hand from his throat down to the top of his groin. He hit the floor, confusion and fear mingling in his eyes and on his scent. I wiped my bloody hand off on his flower-patterned wallpaper before heading back down to the limo. Morvan didn’t say a word and followed me back down.
“Teal’s right. You are really protective over your brothers too, Co,” Morvan whispered as we slid back into the limo. “We should’ve waited, though. Who’s going to clean that up?”
“I’m not Cobalt,” I shrugged and popped open a bottle of bubbly that was chilling on ice. There was always bubbly on ice in the Moonscale limos.
“What? I’d never have told you --- Did Teal tell you? I wouldn’t have shown you those posts if I’d known! I swear we were going to take care of it—” Morvan rambled, trying to do damage control.
“Stop rambling, Goldie. We’re good. It’s all good. He’s fucking dead and the next person who wants to scramble someone’s hatchling will think twice about it before posting it or trying to figure out how to go ahead. Dead men don’t scramble babies. Look, Goldie, I’m not mad at you. I get it. Whatever you and Teal have going on isn’t just planting flowers.”
“Would it make you feel better to know we use most of them as fertilizer?” Morvan asked.
I blinked at him. The golden retriever dragon was some sort of assassin alongside my brother Teal. I’d have put more money on Cobalt becoming an assassin than Teal.
“I heard that!”Cobalt snapped over our sibling link.
“Well, it’s true. Teal is too sugary sometimes. Only gets worked up over us.”
“Exactly. He about broke that photographer in half the day the petrol station almost blew up. I’m not saying I wouldn’t kill for us but that’s what Teal’s doing. So, it’s his sugar sweet ass that makes him do it,”Cobalt growled.
“How about we don’t use sugar, sweet, and ass together when we’re talking about me, huh?”Teal cut into the conversation.“And bring Morvan with you. I already have people going to clean up after the baby scrambler.”
“Baby Robin is perfectly fine. I’m finally getting to hold him for a change,”Cobalt informed me.
For a second, I wanted to snap his bones too. I should be at home with my mate and child. Not chasing would-be psychos around London. If Teal had just minded his own ---- I took a deep breath and stopped myself. If Teal minded his own business we might’ve never heard about that man’s social media posts until it was too late. Sure, maybe our grandparents would’ve intercepted him but maybe not.
