in someone else’s mess. Damien’s a good looking kid. Pussy is a dime a dozen, he can get it anywhere.”
“Do you realize this is your step-daughter you’re talking about...the one who you profess to care about?”
“Another good reason my son should have found his pussy someplace else.”
It was taking everything in Kevin to keep his temper in check. If Jackson said “My” son one more time as if emphasizing whose son he was...Kevin took a deep breath and said, “Can I tell him that you’ll meet with him tomorrow or not?”
“In Rhode Island?”
“Yes, at Roxi’s club.”
“So, he’s staying with Roxi?”
Kevin let out another heavy sigh. “What time should I tell him you’ll be there?”
Jackson smiled. He knew damned good and well where they were staying. He managed to know everything. If he didn’t know everything, he couldn’t control everything. When Jackson couldn’t control something that’s when he got dangerous.
“I’ll be there at ten. Tell him to make sure he’s on time and that he brings what I want.” Kevin didn’t tell Jackson what Damien wanted to meet him about. He thought it best not to give him any advance warning. That might prompt him to send Alex out to Rhode Island tonight to “take” what he wanted.
“So what happens after you get what you want from them, Jackson?”
“What do you mean, what happens? You act like I’m a monster. These are my children. We all get on with our lives. Lucas and his family are grieving. He’ll realize when he’s thinking more clearly how dangerous it would be for him to do anything to harm any of my children.”
“You realize that they really aren’t “children” any longer, right Jackson?”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m an idiot,” Jackson said in a tone that implied he’d had enough of Kevin trying to tell him what he should do. Kevin dropped it. He’s not afraid of his brother. He’d been through too much with him. He knew that Jackson would never hurt him. He wasn’t so sure about Damien. Kevin watched his brother stick a knife in his son. When it came to Damien Jackson was a wild card. He always had been.
Chapter 6
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P aige was becoming used to waking up in Damien’s arms. This morning she was facing him. He had his arms around her and she knew that if she moved, he would be instantly alert. She liked waking up before him and just looking at him. When he slept he was at peace. None of what had touched and tainted his life in the past ten years seemed to trouble him when he slept. His long dark eyelashes lay fanned out across his cheekbones and his full lips were curled up at the edges like he was getting ready to smile. She loved the stubble...it was sexy and gave him that “bad boy” look. She also loved the way his curls stuck out all over his head. She wanted to run her fingers through it, but she didn’t want to wake him up.
Damien was going to meet Jackson in the morning. He and Paige had a heated discussion after Kevin called about her going with him.
“You’re not going,” Damien told her. He had the same finality in his voice that Jackson held when he’d made up his mind about something. It only served to piss Paige off.
“You can’t order me around. I’m a grown woman.”
Damien looked like he wanted to strangle her. “Believe me; I realize that you’re a grown woman. This meeting is for me to discuss my plans with him. He’s expecting me to bring the evidence we have. I intend to tell him that it’s already been given to an attorney. I don’t expect him to take that well. Roxi’s security will probably have their hands full keeping my ass alive. I can’t worry about yours too.”
Paige drew her brows together. “Do you really believe he would kill you?”
He pulled up his shirt and Paige’s eyes fell on the jagged scar. “Do you really believe he wouldn’t?”
Paige had given in then and taken him into her arms. The idea of someone’s own