Page 54 of Bonita Brynne

“She’s in Minnesota.” My heart raced as he wielded the gun in his hand.

“And the boy?”

“Same location.”

“Get me a girl for tonight!” He stormed out of my office and slammed the door.

I sagged in my chair and gripped the armrests to stop from shaking. No way could I bring Brynne to the Chicago estate. Coby could be triggered and, in a fit of rage, kill my beautiful betrothed.

My brother should have been locked up, but my parents never allowed it. They wanted grandchildren to carry on the Adrienne name.

I checked the app on my phone to see if the video had been viewed. The sooner I got Brynne, the sooner I could make my parents and brother happy with a double wedding.

And then I’d get to sink into Brynne’s virgin pussy, and imagine it was my Christina’s.

I dialed my servant’s phone. “Yes, sir?”

“I want you to feed the boy.”

“I thought you said only once per day, sir?”

“Don’t question me!”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Make sure he eats, and his wounds heal.” I didn’t need the boy to ruin the exchange or upset Brynne. As it was, he was in worse shape than I wanted. Those damn imbeciles weren’t supposed to hurt him.

“Yes, sir.”

“And how is my other guest?”

“She’s fine, sir.”

“Is she eating yet?”

“No, sir.”

Dammit! “Somehow convince her!” I couldn’t have her waste away and be only skin and bones on her wedding day. Coby would never go through with the ceremony.

“I’ll try, sir.”

“No, you’ll do it, or I will slit your throat.”

“Ye… Yes, sir.”

I ended the call, opened my desk drawer, and found it empty. The son of a bitch had taken my gun. He was a loose cannon. If I wasn’t careful, he might destroy us all.

18

Track

The past twenty-four hours had been quiet. Brynne and I were the best since before our lives were turned upside down. The clubhouse had been drama free and peaceful. Life would be perfect if it weren’t for my missing brother and my MC brothers in Montana locked in cells.

Dorian had been silent, but in my gut, I knew we’d hear from him today. He had given us three days to decide what we’d do. Time was up.

“I can’t believe Storm agreed to hear the old ladies out.” Arctic gave me a fresh beer. “It’s crazy. What do you think they’ll say?”

“No idea.” I looked sidelong at Ire. “What do you think?”

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