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My brows knit together, and my nostrils flare. “It’s anemergency.”
“What’s going on?” Weston asks.
I move to his computer and show him the article that Harper forced me to read before I left the office. Easton moves beside me and reads it.
“Worst-case scenario for you,” Easton mutters, breathing out.
“It’s not that bad,” Weston offers.
“Really?” I ask.
“No, it’sreallyfucking bad. I’m just trying to let you down easily.” He laughs. “You should be flattered they chose you to fuck around with,” Weston says, leaning back in his chair.
“Do I have a chance? Can I survive this?” I ask, glancing between my brothers.
“No,” Easton says without hesitation.
I ignore him and focus on Weston.
“I think so.”
“I came to claim my big favor,” I say to Weston. “The one I earned for stealing Carlee’s laptop. Now, let me be very clear. I don’t want either of you to bail me out. I have to do this on my own, but you’re both cutthroat. Teach me and guide me. Make me their villain.”
Weston and Easton look at each other and smile wickedly.
“We’ll make you amonster,” Easton warns. “The way Dad always intended.”
“Everyone already believes I’m one anyway. No more playing small,” I state. “That’s nearly bankrupted me.”
“You’re ready then,” Weston confirms. “Just know that if you play with pigs, you’ll get dirty.”
“I’m prepared, and so is my publicist,” I explain. “Alyssa and I spoke on my way here.”
“Great,” Easton says, taking a sip of his coffee. “Fill us in on Bellamore and tell us everything about Lustre that you know. Don’t leave out asingledetail.”
Weston picks up the phone on the corner of the desk and dials an extension. “Cancel the rest of my and Easton’s meetings for the day. Reschedule where you can.”
The call ends, and my brothers stare at one another for a brief second, holding a silent conversation before turning to me.
“I’m sorry. You don’t have to do that.”
Easton shakes his head. “No one messes with our little sister.”
“What he said,” Weston says with a laugh. “No one.”
10
ASHER
Iadjust my tie, making sure I look sharp enough for the dinner party at Weston’s tonight. It’s the place to be this weekend, and only the elite were invited. When I got a last-minute invitation, I was shocked.
I’m on the Callowayfamilyshit list for working with Josh Lustre. Nick thinks the invite might be an olive branch—a gesture to show we can still be friends and that business is just business. I’ve been close to the twins for a long time, but I’m not buying that. Everything they do is calculated—it’s in their blood, a true Calloway trait. They’re so good at playing the game of life that they win without even trying, like chess masters who anticipate every move before it happens.
I know Weston.
I know Easton.
And I sure as hell know Billie.