Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 38

King

As soon as Alyssa retreats upstairs, I nearly lose my shit. I follow Gray outside, trailing behind him and his annoying-ass wife. I can feel the fury surging through me as he opens the back door of Alyssa's car and ushers Christine inside.

Mason's got the unfortunate task of dropping them off. Poor bastard. But better him than me—I don't have the patience for that bullshit.

Gray meets me back at the doorstep, still fuming from the conversation with Alyssa.

When she started crying—when Gray made her fucking cry—I had to fight the urge to pull her into my lap and comfort her right in front of her brother. I've never wanted to break his jaw so badly in my life, but I guess seeing her in pain does something to me. It makes me want to go on a goddamn warpath.

It's not like I'm afraid of Gray, but I know starting shit will only lead to more conflict. I don't have the time or patience for that. Otherwise, I'd gladly tell him I've fucked his sister, and I'm going to keep doing it. His next niece or nephew? They're going to come out of this ballsack, and there's nothing he can do about it.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Gray hisses, eyes boring into me.

I deadpan. "Just like your wedding, none of that was mine to tell. And...I wasn't aware of all the details until now. You pushed her too far when you brought up her mom."

I think she'd be proud of the way I'm holding back right now, not driving my fist into her brother's face like I want to.

His jaw tightens. "If she's mad at me, I'll give her a few days to cool off, but I will be bringing her back home to mom's house. She needs protection from Isaac."

No, something growls inside of me. She's mine.

My teeth grind together. "And what if she doesn't want to go?"

"Too fucking bad."

I'd love to tell him that right now, he's the last person she'd want to go with, but I believe she already told him that herself.

"If she doesn't want to go with you, I won't allow you to take her choice away," I say coolly, steadying my gaze. "That fucker is still out there, and you live closer to him than I do. If she feels safer here, she can stay however long she wants to."

Forever if I get my way.

He stares at me for a long moment, and I know he's thinking, thinking about what I get out of this. Finally, he mutters, "Fine. But all three of you need to watch over her, and keep your fucking hands to yourself."

I tilt my head. "Don't be gross, Pres. She's like a sister to me. To all of us."

That isn't entirely a lie. I did enjoy teasing her in high school like one does a little sister until thoughts of choking her with my dick came to mind.

Gray's eyes narrow slightly, but he nods. "Good. I need you to meet me at the clubhouse at 9 tonight. Mr. Bruno's officially a month late on his payment," Gray mutters, changing the subject.

"Finger?" I ask, smirking.

He nods. "Finger."

Yeah, the bastard is probably going to end up with a broken nose too. I need to release some pent-up rage from today's events.

I give Gray a half-assed solute as he heads to the car. Niko and Mason come out of the house together, their expressions carefully blank.

"You coming?" I ask Niko.

He shrugs. "Zuri always takes a nap after a big meal. Guess she loves the new crib because she just passed out," he says with a grin. "Anyways, I'm coming with Mace so he doesn't have to suffer alone. Christine is-"

He trails off, glancing over his shoulder as if Gray might pop out to the car any second and hit him for talking about his wife.

But...fucking annoying is what he was going to say.