He’s learned his lesson from previous times when things took a turn for the worst, leaving me with at least one limb broken from the altercation.
“God knows I fucking need one,” I grumble. “I want to get another tattoo.”
“Where?”
“My cock.”
He’s not surprised. He just smirks, as always.
“That madly in love, huh?” he concludes and bobs his head. “The power of women.”
“From the man who’s in love with his best friend’s sister,” I mutter. “I swear you’re brothers legally now. In her perspective, you are her stepbrother.”
“In her eyes, I’m her brother’s best friend and her bodyguard. Stepbrother is pushing it,” he notes in amusement and offers me two envelopes.
Frowning at the sight, I take them from his grasp and inspect the contents.
The first one is a new AMEX card.
Black AMEX cards.
“You changed everything?” I inquire. “Also, why are there two?”
“One for you,” he says the obvious. “One for your new lover.”
“Kenzie?” I clarify as I give him a look. “Her name is still Alexandra Mackenzie Andrews. This one says Kenzie Andrews.”
“Whatever encouraged your girl to make the first step of reclaiming her power back has got her sending in an application to change her name to Kenzie Andrews,” Oliver announces. “Leo noticed and escalated the application. Get her to the office next week, and her name will be changed in no time.”
I glance at the other envelope, which has a bunch of forms.
“Have her fill those out, and her bank info, social security, and birth certificate will be changed.”
“Meaning the existence of Alexandra Mackenzie Andrews will cease,” I conclude.
“Exactly.” He turns around. “A good way to get rid of a very nosey aunt who’s been giving information to people she shouldn’t.
“Who?” I demand. I don’t like my brother’s tone.
That’s the tone he uses when other mafia families are entering our territory.
“You heard Jamie’s warning,” he emphasizes. “Don’t play around with it.”
“Is that why you’re making an alliance?” I question. “Jamie looks unpredictable.”
“Unpredictable, yes,” Oliver admits. “But that man will do anything to watch his father and brother go down in the ground.” He glances over his shoulder. “Literally speaking.”
He wants them dead…
“I don’t want Andrews getting involved.”
“She doesn’t have to get involved,” Oliver emphasizes. “Which is why we have to protect her from the approaching storm ahead.” He looks away. “Go back to your hockey life and being all smitten for your girl. I’ll handle the rest. If things get too complicated, say the word,” he encourages. “I’m a phone call away, brother. You know that.”
I let out a sigh as I look at the floor.
“I know,” I quietly admit. “Man, that fucker destroyed her phone.”
“Good,” Oliver praises. “It had a tracker on it.”