Page 85 of The Biker's Brother

Cami looked at Brand like she was seeing him for the first time. She was astonished that he had that kind of insight into Trey’s psychology, just from pieces he’d put together.

“If that’s the case, you’re gonna need more help than just clean up.” He waved at the body. After glancing toward Cami, he turned back to Brand. “You think that apartment in the sky is easier to defend than this compound?”

“The best design in the world isn’t worth a damn if the people are rotten.”

Brandon had a point that felt like a razor in Brant’s craw, but his kid was right.

“I know you’re mad. You got every right to be. But believe it or not, there are seventeen guys standing behind you who are just as offended by this breach as you are, even though they don’t know about it yet. Maybe more so ‘cause we’ve known him for longer.

“I can understand you feeling like it’s not safe here. So take the woman and go to your place tonight. I’m gonna send four of the guys with you.”

“Where are you going to find four guys who aren’t drunk?” Brandon asked.

As much as Brant hated to admit it, the kid had a point. Again. They’d been getting sloppy, by club standards, in direct proportion to their conversion to law-abiding citizens. When this was over, Brant intended to give that some serious thought.

“You’re right. How about this? Stay here tonight. You can take my suite. I haven’t stayed in it for, well, not since I found out about you,” he said to Brandon. “Your brother and I aren’t drunk. We’ll take turns sitting at that spot at the bar with a view to the door to my suite. If anybody comes near that door, we’ll know it.”

Brand looked at Cami. She nodded.

“Okay,” he said. “What are we going to do about…?”

Brant waved him off. “I’ve still got some contacts from the wild and wooly days. We’ll get it taken care of in the wee hours while everybody else is sleeping it off.”

Brant pulled his keychain out of his pocket, took the key to the suite off and handed it to Brandon.

When Brand took it, he said, “I’m keeping her.”

Brant nodded. “I figured.”

Cami gathered up the bag she’d gotten from Brigid and her toiletries from the bathroom. With one last look at the body, she walked over and stood by the door, eager to leave.

“Wow. Presidential privilege.”

She was right. Brant’s suite was more luxurious than she’d pictured, having seen the minimalistic approach to the design and decoration of the room she’d been in.

It was three times as big. With wide plank wood floors and a massive bed that looked like it had been carved by a Germanic family during a long snowed in winter. The only color in the room was brown, but it presented itself in so many variations of shade, texture, and material that it was inviting. Soothing and sexy at the same time.

“Soothing and sexy?” Brandon asked.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yeah. You did.”

“I must be losing it.”

“Understandable. Come here.” She let the overnight bag fall from her hands, walked over and pressed her face into Brandon’s chest. He put his arms around her. “You’re safe.”

“I feel safe right now. Right here. But I don’t feel safe when I can’t see you.”

“You will. When I take care of this.”

“How are you going to take care of this, Brandon? He’s never going to stop.”

“Oh, yeah.” Brandon was nodding. “He is.”

She pulled back to look at him. What she found when she searched his face was confidence and sincerity. He believed that Trey wasn’t always going to be a threat.

“How?”

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