Brandon watching me. He gives me a smile and I have to return it because I’m just as happy as he is in this moment.
Chapter 30
Brandon is freaking me out if I’m being brutally honest with myself. He keeps smiling at me, offering to help with my bags when we land, helping me off the plane and holding the taxi door open. I should be grateful he’s being a gentleman, but after the shit I’ve been put through I feel a little on edge every time he does something nice. Almost as if he has an ulterior motive to doing it and that I will have to somehow pay him back later.
Apart from that, I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to be in the UK. Natasha links arms with me as we wheel our small suitcases behind Elise and her dad. Natasha seems to have a little spring in her step too. Seems England is already agreeing with her.
The three of us get into the back of a taxi, Brace getting into the front and I feel guilt as I see Brandon walking to the next in line and following behind us.
“What’s going on with you two?” Elise whispers across to me so her dad doesn’t hear over the taxi’s radio.
“Who?” I ask and she tilts her head to the side with a frown. “Brandon?”
Elise eyes go wide. “Brandon?” She asks. “You call him Brandon?”
Now I start to feel stupid. “Yeah. He told me to, why?”
Natasha looks between us, looking as confused as I feel and Elise has a slight smirk.
“Well, let’s just say that nobody calls him Brandon. Only his parents, and sometimes his sister are allowed. To everyone else, he’s Grim. I’ve heard him threaten people when they call him Brandon, even his dad and he’s the fucking president.”
Well holy shit. Now I see why she’s so shocked and the weirdness I felt towards Brandon intensifies a little. I feel a little awkward now.
“Maybe I should call him Grim too.” I add and Elise shakes her head.
“If he said you can, take advantage and call him Brandon.” Her voice gets louder as she is obviously excited by this news and Brace turns around to look at us in the back of the taxi.
“What are you girls whispering about back there?” He asks.
“Nothing dad, you’re hearing things again.” Elise snaps and when he turns back around to the front Elise sends me a wink and I regret letting the information slip.
During the drive, I think about how hot Brandon is. He’s ridiculously good looking, the best looking man I have seen by far, and I’ve seen some hot men. Things have changed for me though. If everything was so simple, I would be all over him but I’m not that girl anymore. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to be with a man again. Still, that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate Brandon, with his thick arms that are as wide as my thighs, covered in tattoos which spread across his tanned skin.
He does seem to be a dangerous man, and I know that he got his club name for a reason. I’ve heard a few stories about him already and how he earned his name. He obviously has a dangerous side, I’m assuming most men in this life do and I feel like I’ve had enough of men like that to last me a lifetime.
When we arrive at the Kings of Rebellion British charter, it’s seven a.m. and I’m too tired but Elise is in good spirits and gives Natasha and me a weird smile. The first thing I notice is that it looks a lot different than the American clubhouse and it’s definitely for the better. This clubhouse has the same high security gates, with surrounding walls.
“If I was the president I would have trees covering the walls, they’re a bit of an eye sore” Natasha advises as the taxi stops at the gates. The driver makes it clear that he will not be going inside and I can’t say I blame him.
We get out of the car and as Brace deals with the driver, Elise turns to us. “It might look better but security wise it would be a bad choice.”
I watch Brandon get out the other taxi as I listen to Elise and Natasha. “Why not?” Natasha asks.
“Because people could climb the trees and jump the walls.” I reply, which gets me a smile from Brace.
“Clever girl.” He praises.
The gate opens and