“I’ll scratch that itch later when we get home.”
I felt her shiver before I pulled her into my arms one last time. I placed a kiss on her forehead, sealing my promise to her before we made our way into the cafeteria. We grabbed everyone large coffees before we made our way up to Mark’s room but the moment we walked in, I almost dropped the coffee in my hands.
And the shock on Kyra’s face was just as evident.
“Landon?” she asked.
“There you are,” he said. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Mark’s room looked absolutely amazing but no one could pay attention to it with this asshole in the room. Even Mark was glaring at him, trying to wiggle his leg out from underneath the place where Landon was touching him.
Like this douchebag gave a fuck.
“Kyra, could we talk?” he asked.
“Kyra, you okay with this?” Ethan asked.
“Um, yeah. Actually, Landon and I kind of do need to talk. We brought you guys coffee. I’ll be right back. I promise. We can talk in the waiting room, Landon.”
“Wherever you want, beautiful,” he said.
His presence alone burned my blood but hearing him call her something like that made me downright angry. I watched as Kyra walked out the door with that shark following her and all I could hear was my heart pounding in my ears. What was she about to tell him? Was she going to tell him she couldn't marry him? Or would she cave last-minute and commit herself to this man?
I watched while the two of them rounded the corner and I had to resist the urge to run after her.
“Wanna know what they’re saying?” Ethan asked.
I looked around the room at Chance and Blake before I breathed a deep sigh.
“Yes,” Mark said. “I do.”
We all whipped our heads over to him before Ethan head
ed out the door. No matter what we did for Kyra and no matter what position we held in her life, her father would always trump whatever we said. No matter what we did, he would always have the last say.
So, when Mark told Ethan he wanted something, Ethan was determined to get it for him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - ETHAN
The moment I heard Mark’s fucking voice, I was off. There was no way in hell I was denying that man what he wanted, especially when I wanted it myself. I didn’t want Kyra alone with that conniving little wolf and I was thankful Mark had been awake during the entire conversation. We got Mark’s room decorated all nice before he fucking blasted in and ruined everything and we could tell he was hiding something from us.
And I wanted to know what the fuck it was.
I pressed my body against the wall just outside of the waiting room. I could barely make out what Kyra and Landon were saying, but I knew it wasn’t good. I didn’t trust that rich asshole to begin with, but I most certainly didn’t trust him alone with Kyra.
Alone with the woman I loved.
Sure, I shared her with my other brothers, but this asshole didn’t own a piece of her. I scooted just a little closer as the conversation grew louder and I was getting angrier by the minute.
“Why the hell not?” Landon asked.
“I can’t marry you,” Kyra said. “I’m sorry. There’s just too much that’s wrong. You don’t support me. You don’t see the value in what I do. What am I to you at this point?”
“I could take care of you forever,” he said. “You and your father. Don’t you get that?”
“Yes, I do. And I realize what I’m saying to you. I’m sorry, Landon.”
“Please reconsider, Kyra,” he said. “I love you. I really do.”