Call You Mine (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #4) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,71
cheesy choreographies.”
“Divas!” San grunts.
“Talking about divas, why is your brother approaching us like he’s about to attack?” Mane tilts his head.
I turn my head to where his attention is focused and spot Vance. He fucking owes me.
“You left me hanging, asshole!”
Vance’s eyes have a shade of green I don’t see often. There’s a huge fucking storm brewing inside. I swear they are almost black. He’s charging toward me, arms by his sides, and hands fisted.
“Stop!” I warn him.
“Nah, I want to see how he hands you your ass,” San jokes.
“You know how this is going to end.” Mane sighs.
“With my fist in Vance’s face?” I mumble under my breath.
“Yes. Beac’s going to lose his shit, and Vance will end up in the hospital, and everyone will find out he’s not just a musician,” Mane concludes.
My body tenses when he gets in close proximity to me.
“I’m going to fuck up your pretty face,” Vance warns me.
“Promise?” Fish jokes, putting himself between us. “I like it rough, baby.”
“Listen, I don’t want to fight with you,” I say calmly.
“Did you forget to save him a muffin and that’s why he’s upset?” Mane asks jokingly, standing right beside me.
“You need your friends to defend you?”
I shrug. “They’re more likely trying to protect you. You want a go, try it. Just know that once you throw the first punch, I’ll reciprocate and won’t stop.”
Fish nods. “It’s hard to stop him once he throws the first jab. I like you, but I wouldn’t stop him. Grace is the only one who can do it.”
Vance points at me. “How the fuck did your girlfriend get a password and fingerprint access to my security room?”
San rolls his eyes. Mane flinches. They caught us. I don’t react, but fuck! I forgot about the CCTV. He could see everything that happened yesterday.
“What?” I feign ignorance.
“Your girlfriend,” he repeats, pulling a piece of tape out of his pocket. Then he shows me a second one. “I have her fingerprint from the scanner. The second is from a glass of water she drank last night. She’s the last person who opened the security room.”
Then he pulls out a USB. “Who the fuck are you?”
“The Beacon,” Fish jokes.
“The recording inside the security room has audio too.” He throws the USB to the ground.
“Aw, Beacon’s first sex tape,” Fish continues. If he’s hoping to distract either one of us, he’s failing miserably.
“I thought you trusted me. Who the fuck are you? What organization do you work for? Most importantly, I’m telling Henry. You’re using his hotels to feed a terrorist organization.”
San huffs. “That’s rich coming from you.”
Vance’s scowl is now directed to him. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“San, shut up,” I warn him.
“No, I need to know because, since yesterday, you’ve been insinuating that I’m disloyal to the family.” He points at the USB on the ground. “I have proof that it’s the other way around.”
“Your fucking buddies currently work for a Mexican cartel. A year ago, you were in the Indian Ocean escorting a cargo ship with dozens of kidnapped women,” Fish growls at him.
Vance steps closer, grabs me by the front of my jacket, and pulls me closer to him. We’re eye to eye. He’s about to lose his shit. I could easily knock him with my forehead and then strike him in the jaw. I wait. Whatever happens between us, I’m not going to be the one swinging the first punch.
“Did you run a fucking background check on me?” His raging voice booms through the barn.
“Yes, I did, asshole. The Organization has the pesky tendency to run a background check when they are interested in an asset. We invited you to join us,” I respond. “It was for the best that you refused. What we learned is alarming. So far, I’ve given you the benefit of the doubt.”
“Join you?”
He looks at each one of us and releases me. “I fucking knew there’s something wrong about you. You don’t look like fucking musicians.”
“We are the best fucking musicians in the world,” Fisher corrects him. “I could rock your world if you wanted me to—”
“Fish, are you fucking serious?” Mane chides him.
“What can I say? I like my men flustered.” He shrugs.
Vance takes this moment to connect his fist to my jaw. I squat, extend my leg, gyrate my body, and kick him in the legs. He loses his balance and falls on the ground. I pin him and threaten him. “That’s the first and only time I let you hit me.”