phone. “I wish that stuck.” His face sobers as soon as he sees the name on his phone screen.
“Who?” I ask.
“Loren Hale wants to talk.” He checks his watch. “I have to call an SFO meeting.”
“Now? Really?”
Akara says, “Your brother wants to hold one too. Think of it as a bachelor gift to him.” The fact that they’re both so ready to jump into a meeting during a party reminds me that they’re best friends.
“Fuck it.” I light my cigarette. “Let’s get some.”
41
AKARA KITSUWON
Outside the lodge, the Montana land rolls towards foggy mountain peaks, and a fall breeze passes through the ranch. Quinn Oliveira zips up the hoodie underneath his blazer.
I like Quinn a lot, but man, do I wish he didn’t take after Farrow. The maverick, the rule-breaker. It’s hard enough having one on the team. It’s even harder when Quinn tries to go rogue—because I really don’t like being tough on him. He’s the only guy on Omega who’s younger than me. So disciplining him feels like disciplining a little brother.
I’d rather just guide him. Teach him.
Thankfully, he’s here for the team meeting and I didn’t have to go flag him down somewhere.
I snap my finger to my palm while all of SFO gather on stone stairs that lead to the brewery we just exited. I stand before them. At the bottom, but I don’t need to be towering over them to wield authority.
They know I’m at the top.
Thatcher and Banks sit side by side on the middle stair. Banks smokes on a cigarette, ignoring Thatcher’s side-glares, but they’re both quiet, waiting for me to start.
As I look between them, it’s easy for me to say that Thatcher is my best friend. I’ve always been closer to him. We’ve been leads at the same time. Dealt with shit that Banks never had to, but when I think of Banks, I inhale a stronger breath and I can’t help but picture what we’ve been through recently.
Not just the intimate parts. The cougar attack. The way he’s been there. He’s always there. How much I’ve relied on him. And needed him.
I’ve known that I can’t live without Sulli.
But it’s starting to feel clearer and clearer how much I can’t live without Banks, and I hate the scenario where our friendship gets decimated.
It’s the most plausible outcome.
The most likely thing.
Because if she chooses Banks, I can’t stick around and watch him be with her. No more than I know he could stomach watching me with her.
Too painful.
Even thinking it draws down my face, and so I try to regroup.
Farrow has Ripley on his lap. Baby needs a bodyguard. I swallow those words. If I had more time, I’d definitely fling that issue into today’s meeting, but it’s not important right now. And I want this to be quick because we’ve all been drinking and it’s still Thatcher’s bachelor party.
“So here’s the deal,” I tell them, “as of now, you’ve probably heard about the incident at the Hales with Donnelly accidentally causing Ben to fall into the pool.” I’m guessing this is why Loren Hale wants to talk.
Donnelly hangs his head, his hands cupped together. Oscar squeezes his friend’s shoulder.
“We all need to be more careful around the minors,” I tell them. “Epsilon protects them, and the only client on our list that’s under-eighteen is Xander. So they feel a sense of entitlement to their well-being, and they’re going to feel threatened if we overstep or make any kind of mistake, even one with no potential harm.”
They listen closely, and I know they don’t like hearing me talk about playing nice with Epsilon. Trust me, I’d love to play dirty, but for the sake of the money I’m putting into Michael Moretti and training my temps, I have no wiggle room to go into legal battles with Price’s Triple Shield.
My men don’t need to be punching Epsilon. Let them take the first swing.
I add, “We win this by doing our jobs better than Epsilon. That’s how it’s going to be.” I focus on Donnelly. “You can’t get between family members. Do it in private, I don’t care. But don’t do it where anyone on Triple Shield can snitch on you.”
He sits up straighter. “Got it, boss.”
I nod and address everyone, “They’re going to try to make your lives harder with the parents. Don’t give them reason to.”
Oscar nods strongly.
Farrow nods.
Quinn, Banks, and Thatcher all nod.
“Papa!” Ripley says up to Farrow, which causes the men to reroute focus onto the baby.