Her eyes widened a little. “Who is this dude, Kit?”
“A guy that messed with the wrong girl.”
I turned, my Brothers stepping to the sides to let me through before falling into step behind me. Not that I was afraid to face this fuckhead on my own, but having my Brothers at my back made me feel like the world couldn’t tear me down.
My Brothers, my fucking family.They would follow me to hell and back and see it as an honor. That was Brotherhood.
I slammed open the door to the small meeting room. It flew back, crashing against the wall and giving me the first look at the man who’d been tormenting my woman. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t the man sitting at the end of the table.
He had on a suit, his typical attire from what I’d gathered. But he was older than I’d imagined, maybe close to fifty. Shorter too. His hair was dark brown scattered with a pinch of gray and slicked back with so much gel I bet I could snap it off, strand by strand and stab him with it. The idea wasn’t a bad one as far as I was concerned. He looked like your typical businessman, a lawyer maybe. There was a buff dude seated next to him, his head shaved and dark glasses covering his eyes like we weren’t inside a fucking building – at night.
Kerry, one of the girls was serving them drinks. Her eyes shot up at the loud bang and when she saw me she quickly fled the room. Aiken closed the door behind us and stood in front of it, his arms crossed over his chest.
I slammed my hands on the table, anger flowing freely through my veins. I knew I needed to rein it in before I let it consume me. “You’ve got balls, coming here, to my place of business.”
He smiled gently, unwearied by my anger. “Donovan Cranshaw. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He leaned back lazily in his chair. “Or should I call you, Kit?”
“You can call me freaking Tinkerbell if it tickles your fancy. Shit doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are messing with the wrong people.”
“Yes, it is unfortunate that the Brothers by Blood have a particular interest in this little issue.” He folded his hands in his lap, real proper and shit. “I was advised by my boss to come and speak with you.” I saw the disgust that flickered in his eyes as he relayed that little bit of information. It was obvious he didn’t want to approach us, but someone higher up had warned him that crossing us may not be such a good idea. Someone who obviously had more brains than he did.
“Say what you’ve gotta say, I don’t have all night. I have a woman to get home to.”
“Ah yes, and there lies the problem.” He sat forward again, resting his hands on the table and clearing his throat. “I don’t doubt you already know of the business I’m in. People who run on the wrong side of the law such as us, don’t have any issue finding out that kind of information. Unlike the idiot police and federal agencies who think they run this country.”
“Spit it out, asshole.”
He chuckled and I tightened my grip on the edge of the table, ready to pick it up and beat him bloody with it.
“Harmony Jones. It seems she is running with your club?” He gestured to us. “Unfortunately, I have a client that has a very particular interest in Miss Jones. A lot of money is involved.”
“Harmony belongs to me,” I ground out, barely able to contain my fury.
“I’m a reasonable man, Mr. Cranshaw. I’m willing to offer part of that money to you in exchange for her.”
“Like I said—”
He cut me off. “How does three million sound?”