Brice looked like shit. Bennett knew this was a blow to him. He wanted to ask what his father had told him on his deathbed. He would one day, but right now, Brice had to come to terms with more than any person should need to. A man who hadn’t wanted to know who his mother was just found out she was purchased and discarded. Even someone as strong as Brice was going to need time to process that information.
“Are you going to tell your brothers?”
Brice shook his head. “I already carry the burden of my father’s sick behavior. I can add this to the list of offenses. That man should be rotting in hell.”
“I’m sure he is. Now let’s see who else we can send to keep him company.”
Brice met Bennett’s look, and Bennett saw conviction and determination in his eyes. Brice was on board one hundred percent. He had the financial backing, and he knew exactly where to get the muscle.
Bennett got up and headed for the door. Before he left, Brice called out to him. “This may have all started with a bullshit lie to us, Bennett, but I hope your intentions with Zoey are honorable. Because no matter how badly I want to make people pay for what they did to our mothers, I won’t sit back and let you hurt Zoey. Understood?”
“I have no intention of hurting her. I’m in love with Zoey. In fact, this trip made me realize how much, and I intend to ask her to marry me. And I, too, will do anything to protect her.”
Grinning and leaving Brice stunned, he walked out the door, closing it behind him. Right now there was only one person he was worried about seeing. He needed to go to the hotel, clean up, and then contact her. Nothing was going to stop him from seeing Zoey tonight.