Page 184 of His Forsaken Alpha

Vaughn narrowed his eyes at Wilder.

“Speaking of you not focusing on my supposedcrotch goblins, you really should come over and meet your nephew,UncleVaughn.” Wilder scoffed. “And while you’re there…yourUncle Harris.”

“My UncleWho?”

“I’ve been calling you for days. Papa, Cav, and I flew to Blacksburg to meet Papa’s brothers. I tried to get through to you to see if you wanted to come along, but you haven’t been answering my calls.”

“I got angry and tossed my phone into the pool out back,” Vaughn admitted.

“Well, I met our four Blacksburg uncles, and the youngest, Harris, returned here with us. I think he’s looking for a fresh start. With the Green Trust Project, we’re stretched a bit thin. I thought we might be able to find a spot for him at J&A.”

“Great. More fucked-up family,” Vaughn muttered.

“I actually like him. He seems like he’s got a good head on his shoulders. I’d be hesitant to give him too much responsibility until I saw him in action, though.”

“Why? Do you not trust him?”

“It’s not that. It’s the fact he was raised by Papa’s parents. I just want some proof he’s not a timebomb, waiting to go off,” Wilder said. “We start small, see what he’s made of, and if he can handle pressure—and decide if he’s the right fit.” Wilder paused to search Vaughn’s face. “After you meet him and approve, that is. We’re in this together, so if it feels wrong to you, we don’t do it.”

“Appreciated.” Vaughn smiled faintly.

“Well, I should get back to my omega and little one. I’ll get out of your hair if you promise me you won’t get behind the wheel until you’ve sobered up.”

“Promise,” Vaughn murmured. “Can I have the keys back before you go?”

Wilder lifted his hand and spun the ring around his forefinger. He glanced over his shoulder and turned back with a wide grin. “Nah. I think I’ll take your car home. I can leave my driver here. If you’re dead set on going somewhere,hecan drive you.”

“Oh, come on, Wilder. You don’t know how to drive that beast.”

“Says who?” Wilder called over his shoulder as he wandered closer.

“You just said it shouldn’t be street legal—and you were right. It barely is.”

Wilder spun to face him with a wide grin but continued walking backward toward the car.

“Wilder,”Vaughn growled.

“What?”

“If you wrap that car around a tree on your way home, I’m not responsible. Call Avery and tell him that—and that I warned you not to.”

“Oh, do you care whether I live or die, little brother?”

Vaughn scowled. “Wreck my car and I’ll kill you. Does that answer your question?”

Wilder slid behind the wheel and revved the engine, pursing his lips at the sound. Vaughn sighed, sure his car was going to end up totaled. He just hoped his brother survived it.

Wilder turned the engine off and closed the door, grinning. He sauntered closer and handed Vaughn the keys. “If I find out you drove drunk, our whole deal is off. You hear me?”

Vaughn snatched the keys, thankful.“Yeah, yeah.”

“I can take you somewhere, if you need to go out,” Wilder murmured. “Take me home and take my driver, if you need him. Seriously.”

Vaughn eyed Wilder. “I don’t need to go anywhere now.”

“Good.” Wilder smiled. “Order some food to be delivered. Something greasy to soak up the alcohol… and get some sleep.”

“Okay,Dad.”Vaughn regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth.

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