Call You Mine (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #4) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,75
what we do and what you do is that we all have to agree on which cases we take, who we’re working for, and if it’s a good cause.”
“So, it’s free?”
“Nah. If a guy like Henry wants our services, we’d charge him a hefty amount,” I answer and grin.
As if I had invoked the boss, my phone buzzes. I grab it, and I grunt. It’s a text from Bradley. Call me now!
No, dude. I’m not doing your daughter, yet. Leave me alone.
Though I’d love to ignore him, I can’t. I’d rather have him yelling at me for five minutes straight over the phone than have to deal with him for days because he had to fly to me.
“Yo,” I answer.
“When you ask for a sabbatical, you don’t request your team to babysit your brother,” he exclaims. “It’s like I have to repeat the fucking rules to you every two minutes because you can’t follow them.”
I flinch. Fuck, I forgot this guy monitors everything. Okay, we need to set up our own server until we get back to The Organization—if we get back to them.
“It was important,” I debate.
“I’m listening.”
Oh fuck, why does he have to be rational? Can’t he just tell me not to do it again and move on?
“Vance didn’t know about the jobs he did with his unit until today,” I mumble. “By the way, my brothers know that I work for you.”
“You think those two sentences give you a fucking pass?”
“No, I don’t have much to report—since I don’t work for you.”
“Beacon, I need you to take a moment to regroup and take this seriously,” he orders. “I understand that yesterday I wasn’t professional. I called you in the capacity of a concerned father. Today, I’m your fucking boss, and you used a server because you’re worried about your brother—the mercenary. I need to know if there’s more to it.”
I clear my throat and walk him through everything that’s transpired since yesterday. I’m impressed that he doesn’t call me out on my fucked-up shit. I forgot the CCTV. That’s so stupid on my part.
When I finish, he asks, “Are you concerned?”
“No. I…I’m not sure,” I mumble, but then say out loud the one thing that alarmed me while I was speaking to Vance.
“Listen, he left a voicemail with one of his buddies. The guy he used to date. I might be off, but what if he wasn’t supposed to know any of that information? Does that put him in danger? What about our family? I don’t know if there’s going to be any consequences.”
“I bet there might be some. These jobs are classified. It seems like only a few knew exactly what they were doing. These people are the type who really will kill you if you find out who they are,” Mason concludes. “I’ll ask again, are you concerned?”
I fidget with my chin while I try to figure out how to prevent a tragedy. “Yep.”
He grunts. “Your sabbatical just ended,” he informs me.
“Nice try. I’m still dating your daughter,” I joke, trying to lighten the situation. We both are thinking the same. If we’re not careful, something can happen. My family is on the line. “But maybe she should go back home.”
“If she knows what’s happening, I doubt she’s going to agree with either one of us. Plus, you need her.” He sighs heavily. “I hate you, Aldridge.”
“You Bradleys have a funny way of telling me how much you love me,” I joke.
“I’ll be there tomorrow so we can work on a contingency plan. Figure out how you’re going to house the rest of your team,” he orders. “I’ll bring Ainse, so it seems like a family visit. Keep this airtight. Only the team can know about what’s happening. Do you understand?”
“Loud and clear, sir.”
“And tell your team to be on maximum alert.”
My gut tightens. This is one of those times when I should bring up Pierce and the stupid lawyer. My family should be out of here and somewhere safe until I know nothing will happen to any of them.
“What if I get them out of here?”
“We’ll cross that bridge later, okay?”
Easy for him to say. His family isn’t in danger of being killed by heartless assholes.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Grace
“I was promised fun toys—for me. Not shit for my nephews,” Beacon complains when he closes the trunk of my SUV. “That tricycle is too small for me.”
“Why are you here again?” Sophia asks, then glares at me. “We agreed, no Aldridges during this trip.”