Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Spec’s face was a mask of serious concentration. Most likely, he was jumping three steps ahead, plotting how to rid the world of one very famous criminal and his douchebag of a son. Ty was about to add another prey to Spec’s list. “She has no relationship with them now?” Spec asked.
Ty shook his head. Why hadn’t he grabbed a drink before the meeting? Spilling Kelsie’s personal business without her around made him feel like trash, but she’d consented to him cluing in his brothers. “She left when she was a teenager. She’s been living off an inheritance in a shitty apartment ever since. She worked in a hair salon and spent her days worrying about her family knocking on her door. Once in a while, her brother, Lorenzo, who is a decade older, would call to remind her they know where she is and how to reach her, but they never tried to force her back home until now.”
Curly, ever the leader, leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the long table. “Okay, so we knew that the guy who showed up the other day was her brother, and you told us he’s basically using your business to blackmail Kelsie into returning home…”
“Don’t forget using Ty’s lovely ex-wife to throw in a little extra fuckery,” Jinx added.
“Right.” Curly nodded. “That too. But you haven’t told us why the fuck he wants her back so much. They aren’t close, so why now?”
This was the part that made him feel like he’d swallowed a gallon of sour milk and took a kick to the nuts at the same time.
“Did I hear something about her old man running for senate? Maybe it was governor… some political position,” Pulse piped in for the first time. “Am I making that up?”
“No, you’re not,” Ty said as he clenched his fists on the table. “Not only is he running for governor, but he has the chance to get the backing of Tinsley.”
“Remind me…” Jinx said, snapping his fingers as though that could conjure the man’s image.
“Speaker of the House,” Pulse said.
“Ahh. Right. That guy sucks.” Jinx’s twisted expression mirrored the words.
Ty snorted. “That he does. But he’s hella powerful and willing to get in bed with Kelsie’s father, politically speaking.”
“Damn, that would all but make him a shoo-in for governor,” Tracker said as he rubbed a hand across his beard. “We might think that Tinsley guy is a fucker, but plenty support him.”
Curly’s eyes narrowed. “What’s in it for Tinsley? He’s not exactly known for doling out favors.”
“Ahh, well, that would be a wife for his son.” Just saying it made Ty want to upend the table and drive his fist through a wall. Even better, someone’s face. He could think of a few candidates—three, to be specific.
The room went deadly silent.
They all knew of Andrew Tinsley. Hell, everyone in the nation knew of Andrew Tinsley. He was the type of man that kept fathers up at night, fearing their daughters were out with a guy even a fraction as heinous as that motherfucker.
A loud crack rang out as Jinx slapped the table. “Well, that’s just not gonna fucking happen. There’s no way in hell we’ll let him near your woman, Ty. Won’t let him fuck up your business either. Goddamn, this pisses me off.”
The rest of them chimed in with their agreement. The room grew loud with all the outraged shouting and promises of violence.
Curly held up a hand. “Seems like we don’t need to take a vote here. Everyone is on board with devising a plan to keep Kelsie safe, right?”
“Fuck yes!” Jinx shouted.
“So, what’s our first move, boys?” Curly asked, but his attention was on Spec.
“I haven’t shot anyone in a while, so…” Spec shrugged.
The room cracked up, and, as usual, Jinx’s deafening laugh trumped them all.
Thank God for these men and their fucked-up sense of humor. Their unwavering support, no matter what life threw his way, meant more than he could express. But the best part was, he didn’t have to say shit. None of them did. He’d been there for his brothers through the worst and best times in their lives. That’s just how they rolled. No one needed or expected an elaborate thank you. He’d show his gratitude by sticking by them as they did him.
The tension he’d been carrying for the past few hours halved. Solving this problem wouldn’t be a cakewalk, but he had no doubt they’d devise a stellar and possibly devious plan to keep his business, and more importantly, Kelsie safe.
“I already called my attorney,” Ty said, bracing his elbows on the table. “She’s been made aware that I’m unwilling to back out of my expansion plan no matter what they offer in case they try a legal route first. I’ve also warned her there might be an attempt at a hostile takeover. She’s prepared and on alert for any suspicious activity.”