Page 149 of Unwritten Rules

?Chapter 39

Brent

She pissed me off.

Not only did she kick me out of her room after we slept together, but she still refused to call me. Business partners, my ass.I wanted everything. She was mine.

My security was following Fallon around everywhere. I had constant updates on movements in or around her house. She became a little pet of sorts when I found out Sloane was gunning for her head. Nothing would slip out of my sight and Reaper would see to anyone’s death if they so much as tried to touch a hair on her perfect little head.

“Ready for tonight?” Dave tucked his holster into his waistband and inspected his gun. He would be watching Fallon wherever she went since she was coming to the game without her regular bodyguard.

Yeah, we heard that conversation.

“The win is already in the bag. Too many people paid off the officials and coaches. Willow Bay wins by default this year. Iloveit when sports betting gets rigged.” I grabbed my bag from the table full of sports gear.

My men would have fun without me while I played in the ‘big’ game.

“Too bad I can’t bet on you losing,” Reaper muttered, kicking his feet up onto the table.

He had been in a bad mood for days, and I didn’t dare poke him when he was mad. Whatever was going on in his personal life made him shorter fused than normal. He didn’t even send me pictures of random cats over the last week.

“What’s the news on Whitmore? She’s a loose cannon gunning for the heir of the Montgomery Group. We all need to be on high alert any time Fallon steps out of her home.”

I started tracking Sloane’s movements, careful not to let her know I was doing it. She probably assumed I would be keeping an eye on her, but that’s what she wanted me to do–as in, on my own. My men were on her, and if she had been aware of that, she’d be pissed. We had to be careful with all the other families at each other's throats.

There was a rift bigger than the San Andreas fault line happening. The elites were turning on one another in anticipation of attempting to snatch the Montgomery Group out from under Blondie and up their power over the black market. Everyone wanted it. Whoever had control over the properties that Chamberlain Industries utilized to keep our operations on top would shoot us in the foot, causing a major shift in how things operated.

It would be chaos.

For now, it was crabs in a bucket.

I just had to stay ahead of them all and ensure Fallon rose to the top–even if it killed me. We were sitting ducks if she lost everything. Urgency was of the essence.

“Your scorned ex has been talking a lot of shit lately. Also, in secret meetings with that Fitzgerald kid.”

After he killed that kid in cold blood, I left him to his own devices. The event that separated us was when we were still in early years. I was a violent guy myself, but that guy was ready to kill anyone at any time. Sure, I could have said something, but what was there to be done? The Dictator would have shrugged me off again without listening to me, and his father would have threatened me in some way.

I kept my distance, but if he came anywhere near my Blondie, I’d have no issue with putting him into the grave. While we were both violent, his violence was senseless and protected by big shot lawyer daddy. Of which, I’d have to deal with his father. I settled on having to kill the entire family if I needed to. I didn’t care.

“If he so much as touches her, he dies. I don’t care how it happens, but he’s done for. Dave, you keep eyes on Fallon. Reaper, you do what it is you do best outside of the sports complex. I have two other men patrolling around. And, Reaper, please keep your earpiece on if you can help it.” Tossing on my jersey, we were out.

Just one more game, I told myself.

“I’ll be out of reach until the game is over. Watch her like a hawk and don’t let shit happen to her. Who knows how many knives are out with not that long to go until her birthday. Protect her like she’s me and don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself out there. She can’t.”

They all nodded in silent agreement with me. I felt like I was pleading with them, but she was the center of everything and–fuck it. She became my fucking everything the first time she looked into my soul.

Every fucking laugh. Every judgmental look. Her hesitation with me made me want into her walls. Watching her hope in humanity falter made me sick. I wanted the lights in her eyes to stay as bright as the moonlight on a full moon. She was the moon in my night sky. She was the sun of my summer.

Whatever she did to me, I never wanted it to end, and I would go to the ends of this earth to grovel for her to simplylookat me.

“One more game,” I whispered. Tossing my duffel over my shoulder, I made my way down the corridor, leaving it in their hands while I went to play a rigged game of fucking baseball.

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“She’s waiting for you,” Reaper nodded to me when I entered the empty locker room.

Sloane played dirtier than I thought she would. She planned to get me back in whatever way she could. Every ingredient would be tossed into her fucked up cake she was baking with plans to get rid of Fallon and force my hand. Anything it took to bring me to my knees and give up.

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