Then there’s the fact Brielle’s one hell of a tech guru. It’s rumored she was the one who was forced to set up the websites for the auctions the Pelletier family used to organize and hold.
“Of course I do. If Chains and his men are going to handle it, I’ll tell Malcolmto make sure everyone stays out of his way. If he needs to be in the city to find thatconnivingwoman, then I’ll allow it. However, I will be keeping a close eye on the situation. Make sure the problem doesn’t leak over to us,” Félix grinds out, seeming reluctant. It’s no surprise Félix knows Chains is looking for the woman.
At Tyres’ wedding, Ryder mentioned something was going on with Brielle. He said something about her mother constantly calling. He even confided in me that Brielle isn’t aware he knows her mother’s the one who sold her to Titus Pelletier. I’m sure Félix took this information and looked into Sylvie Heroux.
“Right.” I nod, agreeing with my brother to an extent. This situation might be a club problem for them, but it can easily become one for us as well if it’s not monitored. I’m sure Félix has thought of the same thing.
Finishing my conversation, I toss my phone on the counter and let out a deep breath. If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
As much as I want to dwell on the information and figure out what’s going on myself, I’ve got shit to do. Like, prepare for my date tonight. It’s Cora’s night off, and I’m taking her out.
A knock on my door draws my attention to the front of the house as said door opens. Only a few people have a key to my place—they’re all related to me.
I smile as Désirée steps inside and meets my gaze while giving me one of her gorgeous smiles. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself. What’re you doing here?” I wasn’t expecting her home for another few weeks.
“I’m home for a few days. I wanted to see the new apartment Madelaine found me and get a few things in order before moving back home,” she says, clasping her hands in front of her and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Well, it’s good to see you, sis. We’ve all missed you and can’t wait to have you home for good,” I say. “What’s going on? You look nervous about something.”
Désirée sighs and stares down at the floor for a moment before meeting my gaze again. “I want to introduce my boyfriend to the family.”
“Okay,” I say, drawing out my response. I know she’s been dating a guy for the past year, but she’s never wanted us to meet him before. Why now?
“He came home with me, and I don’t know how to approach Félix without him losing his mind.” Either way she goes about it, our brother isn’t going to approve of her being with this guy. Hell, I don’t even approve of him.
“Désirée, the guy’s going to have to be a man about it and face us,” I inform her. “But let’s not talk about this guy right now. Let me take you out for breakfast. It’s already been a morning and it’s not even ten yet. I could use some beignets and chicory coffee.”
Giving me a sad smile, my little sister nods in agreement. She knows I can’t give her the answers she’s looking for because it’ll never happen.
This guy won’t be good enough for her, and that’s a fact—we’llneverapprove of him.