Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 12

King

I set out on a mission to get my kitten a new phone and car. I know she lost our little bet, but I still want to take care of her and ensure her and Zuri never have to depend on that stupid, abusive asshole ever again.

I pull up to the dealership on my bike, the roar of the engine dying as I kick the stand down. As I dismount, I spot a nervous salesman that approaches me in the parking lot like a goddamn mouse trying to ambush a mountain lion.

He reaches his hand out, and I shake it, squeezing firmly enough that he knows who's in charge here, my eyes never leaving his.

His face blanches. "Hello, Sir. My name is Jake. C-Can I help you?" he stammers. The way he's shaking, I'm pretty sure he's going to piss his fucking pants any moment.

"Yeah, you can actually. I'm looking for a car. Good mileage, very safe, comfortable, sexy. Can fit two...maybe three kids. I don't know, I haven't determined how many we're going to have yet. Oh, also has a wide trunk."

His mouth gapes, opening and closing like an idiot.

"I hope I'm not being stereotyped here," I say, gesturing to myself. "I'm a good guy. Just into primal play. Planning on surprising my girl and consensually kidnapping her and driving her into the woods for some fun. You know, gotta keep things spicy. I'm sure you get it."

Yeah, the only thing I'm sure of is that this guy is as vanilla as vanilla gets.

He swallows hard. "Of course not, sir. Uh, I have several vehicles you may be interested in."

I follow him across the parking lot, his pace quickening with each step. Good. He wants this to be over just as much as I do. When I feel him about to stop at a selection of sleek minivans, I grimace. "Yeah, no fucking way she's driving a minivan. Keep walking, Jake."

He nods rapidly and leads me to a line of trucks and SUVS.

I hum in approval. "Now this is what I'm talking about."

Her favorite color is green, but I can't have her driving a car that sticks out too much. Not while her husband is still alive. Black or silver it is for now. When we celebrate his death, I'll buy her whatever she wants.

Jake is a good boy, who knows I'm not in the mood to stand around and hear him ramble about a bunch of bullshit, while he tries to scam me into a car I don't want or need. Instead, he goes right into showing me five vehicles that fit my criteria. I settle on a 2024 Chevrolet Tahoe LT.

As we're inside signing the paperwork, my phone rings, and I see that it's Gray. Fucking finally.

I answer with an unfriendly smile. "President Gray, it's good to hear from my brother. My feelings are hurt that you've been too busy swimming in pussy to respond to my calls." My voice is loud enough to draw horrified expressions from the other salesmen around us. I hope they can see how much I give a fuck on my face.

"Hey, I'm enjoying my honeymoon. You guys have things handled there, right?" he asks, sounding like the bastard's actually in a good mood for once. Christine must be putting out more than I thought.

"Is that an insult?" I ask, raising a brow, although he can't see it.

I take my job as his enforcer very seriously. If any of his boys get out of line, I put them back in their place. For Niko, our Vice President, that includes a good throat-fucking.

Gray laughs. "Of course not. But I do have a favor to ask. Alyssa called me yesterday, and when I tried to call her back, her phone was disconnected or something. Can you go check on her? Her voicemail sounded urgent, like she was in trouble."