A flood of anger washes over me. “How could Maddox not help his only sibling?”
“My guess is he has, but Gia refuses. Is pride worth going hungry and living on the streets?”
“You tell me, Granger? You were in a similar situation.”
Granger tsks and, leaning in close, says near my ear, “Remember, little one, I could’ve taken your life for what you stole. Instead, I gave you the gift of time. Don’t ever forget it.”
His breath is hot on the shell of my ear. From any other man, I would’ve taken his words as a threat, but from Granger, I interpret it as something else—a reminder of our bond.
I cup his face and whisper near his ear, “Never. I’ll never forget.”
And if my hunch is true, Granger is more than my bodyguard and friend. Granger Ward could be my half-brother.