Page 13 of With A Little Luck
Only, it’s been eight months, and I’m sure she thought I was just spewing bullshit.
That’s not my style.
Not by a long shot.
“Costa is on the warpath, looking for vengeance for Cash. Leo and Shaw are otherwise engaged.” Easton gestures at the man to my left. “As a result, I called in someone I knew I could trust to keep you alive.”
“Oh, fuck off.” I scoff, shaking my head.
We both know I’m more than capable of keeping myself alive. Easton just lives to get under someone’s skin. Calling my abilities into question is exactly like him. He lives to rile you up. That way, you’re more likely to play right into his hands.
“So, what?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and nodding at the unknown. “You brought in your doppelgänger to watch my six? If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he has to be related to you.”
Easton’s eyes narrow. “You’re not wrong.”
My jaw falls, and I hike a thumb at the other guy. “I’ve met your brothers. The twins, anyway.”
“Trigg is my half brother, but from my father’s side,” Easton says calmly. “After my biological father abandoned her, my mother remarried. My father apparently continued his attempts to populate the Earth with a whole herd of little psychopaths.”
I laugh, but honestly, I’m surprised he’s sharing this information at all.
A slow smile crosses my face.
I always knew I was getting through that tough exterior. He probably even considers me a friend rather than disposable muscle.
I almost laugh.
Easton viewseveryoneas disposable. I’m pretty sure he would have killed off Keir and Calder ages ago if he wasn’t afraid of pissing off Briar.
“When I turned twenty-one, I gained the inheritance my father left for me, along with a letter detailing where to locate the younger half siblings I had no idea about. It included some of his hopes for what I would use the money for,” Easton says. “For the record, I used it in none of those ways, but you’ve met my family. How did you think I got the funds to start Shadow Security?”
Fuck.
I hate when he puts me on the spot.
“Honestly?” I tilt my head down, looking at him over the top of my aviators. “I assumed you blackmailed someone.”
Or, more accurately, multiplesomeones.
“Well, that is my favorite way to expand the business, but no. Every penny I put down to start the company came from my biological father.” Easton pauses. “I tracked down Trigg a couple of years ago. The siblings you know about do not know about him, and I would like to keep it that way.” His eyebrows rise, like he’s waiting for confirmation that I’ll keep my mouth shut.
I nod.
I’m a vault.
More than that, it’s none of my business.
“Excellent,” East says. “Trigg has my full confidence. He’s been in town for several weeks. He was watching you from afar, but with recent developments, I believe it’s time he moved in with you full time.”
My head shakes. “King doesn’t do well with unknown men.”
“King?” Trigg says, leaning forward and glancing between me and Easton.
Easton snorts. “Ridge’s English bulldog. Don’t worry. Even if he were to attack you, you could just nudge him aside and walk away at a brisk pace. He’s far too obese to keep up for long.”
“Hey,” I growl, jabbing a finger at Easton.
“Oh, right, the mutt,” Trigg says disdainfully.
