Page 26 of Ruthless Commander

I winced. “No, I didn’t.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m already on my way.”

“I don’t think…”

“You don’t need to, brother. I’ll do all the thinking for you…and all the killing.”

“Edon.” My pulse sped at the thought. Just like I’d done all the killing for him all those years ago.

“You think I’d sit this out if I thought there was even a hint of danger to you?” The tone deepened, bordering on something dangerous, and my brother feeling dangerous was a very bad thing indeed.

“No.”

“Good. Then I’m coming. Do you still have the apartment on the mainland?”

My stomach tightened at the words.No, not that one, not the one where she…“Yes.”

“Then I’ll take the spare room. See you in twelve hours, brother.”

“Where are you?”

“Out.”Out…that’s all the information he gave and I knew better than to ask for more. Dominic Salvatore had been keeping him busy after the death of his wife.

“Have you found them?”

“Parts.” My brother answered. “Should I go into detail?”

That change in his tone told me all he needed to know. “No.”

“Then I’ll be seeing you brother.”

“On the mainland, not here.,” I ordered. But he was already gone, leaving the line empty.Shit…he better not come to the island, not with all these rich kids…and her…Xael.

The thought of my brother amongst those on the island fucking terrified me, but the thought of him meeting Xael almost brought me undone. A shiver tore through me. I lifted my cell, debating calling him back, but then realized it’d be pointless. You didn’t call Edon. He called you.

I turned and left the window behind, yanked the door to my office open, and strode through. Edon wouldn’t just casually stumble into her path. No, he’d place himself in her way with pinpoint accuracy. He’d be the man she didn’t notice, not unless he wanted her to.Would he want her to?I closed my eyes as a moan tore free.

No. Please, unmerciful God, no.

“Let me the fuck out now!”The roar came from the infirmary.

I winced, and tried to breathe, reminding myself that killing the second son was a bad goddamn move, especially one who’d already been shot. I strode toward that whiny fucking demand and left my office wing behind. My boots thudded on the hard tiled floor as I turned and stepped into the hallway that looked faintly like a hospital. It should, since it had cost a fortune, equipped with a small emergency room and an X-ray suite. One that’d seen its fair share of trauma, just like it had now.

“You don’t let me out and I’ll—”

“Settle the fuck down, Marcus,” I snapped, striding into his room and parting the curtain.

The pompous little asshole just scowled at the reprimand. I was betting he didn’t get many of those at home. His lips curled and I was sure there was something riveting just itching to spill from his lips in return. But I glanced at the doctor with Marcus’s chart still in his hand, then looked at the bandage wrapped around his shoulder. “Will he die if he’s discharged?”

“No, but—” Doctor Neale Grey started.

“Then let him go. If he wants to cause permeant damage to his body, then there’s nothing we can do to stop him.”

“I don’t think that’s advisable. He's just had surgery…”

I glared at the kid sitting in the bed. The one who looked at me with a glimmer of satisfaction. He shouldn’t look at me like that, not thinking he'd won. He didn’t win a damn thing…just an opportunity to get himself right back in here. “Discharge him within the hour.”

I turned with the command and left the room, listening to Grey splutter and bark behind me. He was riled up…welcome to the fucking club. My pulse sped as I left the infirmary wing behind, hating how my gaze went to the door of the command center. Maybe if I just kept an eye on her I wouldn’t feel so fucking worked up all the damn time?