need to call a family meeting now, at the office.”
I nod, confirming that we do. There is no way we can make this decision by ourselves. This will affect everyone.
CHAPTER TWELVE
WYATT
I can feel the tension in the air as everyone congregates in the warehouse, waiting for Jaxon and me to finish informing everyone of what we learned during our meeting with Yang. Even Reid, who is still recovering, arrived. He instantly moved towards his desk chair, where he collapsed, sweat pouring from his temples.
Jaxon told Evie to stay since she has a right to know if any changes are going to be made. He wants her to be aware of the seriousness of the situation when it comes to Black too.
The minute Jaxon finishes, everyone begins to yell amongst one another. I want to reach into my drawer and pull out the whiskey I keep there, but I know it won’t help the headache I have forming between my eyes.
My gaze is drawn to Evie when I feel her move. My eyebrows draw together, and I find myself concerned when her face turns ashen.
“Are you okay?” I mouth when her gaze meets mine.
She forces a smile before turning her attention to everyone arguing amongst themselves.
Some think it’s wicked, some think there is a catch. Mum, however, is silent, perched in Jaxon’s desk chair as she watches her sons argue amongst themselves.
Eli slams his hand down on the desk, gaining everyone’s attention. “No one gives away that much money without reason. He’s after our company or something.”
“Power,” Evie blurts out, colour tinging her cheeks when we all turn to her. “What better way to get to a person than to make sure they don’t get what they want. From what Wyatt and Jaxon have said, he doesn’t gain anything from doing this. And you said yourself, there are no clauses in the contracts that could end up with Mr Yang getting any part of the business.”
The room goes deadly silent, and she ducks her head, fiddling with a pen on her desk.
“She’s right. He won’t benefit from doing this,” I add, leaning back in my chair.
“This is a big decision, one that needs to be unanimous. If one of us says no, it’s a no and no one will argue,” Jaxon warns, looking to each of us.
“Not to change the subject, but do you think the encrypted memory stick holds blackmail material?” Luke asks, his jaw set.
Ah, the memory stick Jaxon had taken it upon himself to grab from the safe yesterday and take home. He was furious to find it was encrypted.
“It could be,” Colton murmurs. “I mean, is anyone else shocked to hear what he is truly up to?”
“It’s power again. The drugs won’t mean anything to a man like Black,” Evie speaks up, surprising me once more. She seems to know a lot about what she speaks of. “It’s all to do with money. I wouldn’t be shocked to find out he’s doing it to prove he’s better than someone else. Or he’s most likely using or hoping to use the drug money to make out his profit margins are up.”
I rest my forearms on my thighs, leaning forward to watch her. She is full of surprises and spot on analysing Black. That is pretty much what he is doing. We learned last year that he was given a timeframe to get the numbers up for the moving company. If he failed, he wouldn’t inherit the company or any others. For him to come at us with force, he’s desperate. And desperate men are unpredictable.
“I’m going to drop the memory stick off to Liam on my way home. He had a job to do this morning and couldn’t meet me,” Jaxon reveals, and Evie’s head whips towards him, her face pale.
What was that about?
“If it’s the blackmail material, then he’s going to be fucking pissed when he finds out we have it,” Isaac adds.
“Like we can’t fucking take him,” Theo snaps, earning a warning glare from our mum.
“Theo Hayes, watch your mouth,” she barks sharply.
He grins, fluttering his lashes. “Do you have a mirror I can watch it through?”
She shakes her head. “You’re not too old to put over my knee, young man.”
He grimaces, knowing she isn’t lying. “Sorry.”
I turn to Mum, wanting to hear her thoughts. She has been reading the contracts for different options since we arrived nearly an hour ago. “What do you think we should do, Mum? This is still your land. He might