Page 76 of Fury
Both of my brothers go very still.
"Men in suits," Harlan says slowly. "Chasing Diane. And no one's seen her since."
I nod, a chill running down my spine as I say it out loud. "I tried calling her, but her phone goes straight to voicemail. Greyson thinks she left town, but…"
"But you don't believe that," Cole finishes, knowing me too well.
"I don't know what to believe," I admit. "Part of me hopes she got away. But another part…"
"Knows better," Harlan supplies grimly.
We fall silent, the implications hanging heavy in the air. If Diane didn't escape, if the men in suits caught up to her, then she's either dead or wishing she was.
"Well," Cole says finally, his voice forcibly lighter, "at least we're here now. And we're not leaving until we're sure you're safe."
"Actually," Harlan adds with a small smile, "we're not leaving at all. We've both transferred to a local community college to finish our degrees. We're home for good."
Joy bubbles up inside me, momentarily pushing aside the darker thoughts. "Really? You're staying?"
"Really," Cole confirms. "Dad needs us. The club needs us. And, apparently, our little sister needs someone watching her back."
"I have people watching my back," I protest, though I can't keep the smile from my face.
"Yeah, well, now you have two more," Harlan says firmly. "And we're going to have a little chat with Greyson Reed about keeping us in the loop when our sister is in danger."
I groan, imagining that conversation playing out. "Please don't start anything. Greyson's been amazing through all of this."
"We're not going to start anything," Cole assures me, though the glint in his eye suggests otherwise. "Just a friendly conversation between your brothers and your… man."
The way he says "man" makes it clear he's not entirely comfortable with the terminology. But before I can argue further, the bell above the salon door jingles again, and Aunt Brittany's voice calls my name.
"We should let you get back to work," Harlan says, pulling me in for another hug. "But we're not done with this conversation. Dinner tonight? Our place?"
"Your place?" I echo, confused.
"We rented the old Miller house on Elm Street," Cole explains. "Three bedrooms, big garage for the bikes. It's perfect."
"I'd love to," I agree, already mentally rescheduling my plans with Greyson. "But I should warn you, Greyson might insist on coming with me."
My brothers exchange another look, this one almost predatory.
"Perfect," Harlan says with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "We were hoping to meet him properly anyway. Oh, and you get to meet Cole’s woman."
My mouth drops open in shock and excitement.
As they leave, each pressing a kiss to my forehead with promises to see me later, I can't help feeling both thrilled and apprehensive. Having my brothers home is everything I've wanted, the final pieces of my family puzzle clicking into place.
But the thought of Greyson facing down my older brothers, especially after they've just learned about the danger I've been in? That's a powder keg waiting for a spark.
I walk out of the salon to find Greyson leaning against his bike, arms crossed over his chest, sunglasses hiding his eyes. Even in casual clothes, dark jeans, and a black t-shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders, he radiates that dangerous confidence that first drew me to him.
"Hey," I say, approaching him cautiously. Something in his posture tells me he's already heard about my brothers' visit.
"Hey yourself." He pushes off from the bike, removing his sunglasses to reveal eyes that are carefully neutral. "Interesting day?"
I bite my lip. "You heard."
"Small town," he replies with a shrug that doesn't fool me for a second. "Word travels fast when two Bennett boys roll into town unannounced."
