Page 49 of Scarred Heir
“Stay where?” Chance shouted. “What do you mean?”
“Get yourself under control,” Milo said. “Or I will do it for you, and Sable won’t be able to stop me.”
I held Milo’s gaze.I want to be with you…
“Your sister has agreed to stay here with me for a while.” Milo looked at Chance. “And you’re going to take that opportunity to grow up.”
“What does that mean?” Chance moved to stand by my side.
“Starting tonight, you’re going to work for me.” Milo checked his watch. “Ricardo is going to take you to get a suit.”
“Why?” Chance asked.
“Because you can’t look like a fucking slob if you’re going to work for me.” Milo took his jacket off and draped it over the couch.
“What kind of work will he be doing?” I wasn’t certain I liked the idea of Chance working for Milo. Wasn’t that the life I was trying to steer my brother away from?
“Whatever I need him to do,” Milo said. “Is this not acceptable to you? I would think you would want him to work.”
“It’s just that… well, I don’t want him involved with men like Bello.”
“You mean men like me?” Milo snickered. “You two are unbelievable. If it weren’t for me, he would be dead and you would be alone, trying to figure out how to pay for the funeral.”
“It isn’t like you did it out of the kindness of your heart,” Chance said. “My sister is paying a steep price.”
“Yeah, designer clothes and everything else that comes with me is a real hardship.” Milo loosened his tie. “Have you lived in many mansions over the course of your lives?”
“I’m grateful for what you did for us,” I said. “I just don’t want Chance to get in too deep. When we leave here, I want him to be safe.”
“Right, when you leave here, of course.” Milo unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on having him kill anyone tonight.”
“Milo?” Why couldn’t he understand where I was coming from?
“Ricardo is waiting in the foyer for you,” Milo said. “Don’t give him any trouble. He’s responsible for you tonight. If I hear there are problems, you’re going to answer to me.”
“Chance.” I grabbed his hand before he could leave. “Be careful.”
“I’ll be fine.” He hugged me. “You’re the one who needs to be careful.”
“Go.” Milo motioned to the door.
Chance released me and left the room, but I couldn’t shake the dread that settled in the pit of my stomach. I had already gotten him out of a jam with Bello, but by doing that, I inadvertently put him in an even more dangerous situation.
“What are you going to make him do?” I wanted to trust Milo, but Chance always found a way to screw things up. Milo didn’t have the tolerance for Chance, and I didn’t want my brother to get hurt or end up dead.
“Nothing illegal.” Milo roamed into the bedroom area. “I wouldn’t trust him with anything important.”
I followed him, stopping just as he slipped his shirt off his back, revealing muscle upon muscle decorated with intricate ink.
“I’m not ungrateful.” My fingers itched to trace allof his tattoos. I wanted to know what they meant. I craved to know who he was and those tattoos told his story.
“You could have fooled me.” He turned around, giving me a full view of his chest and abs. “You’re not the most appreciative person I’ve ever met.”
“Maybe it’s because I don’t know how to accept the things you’re offering.”
“What do you mean?”
“No one has ever given me anything. I’ve been fending for myself and taking care of Chance for as long as I can remember.”
