Huh.

“—they’re a family-type unit, but I’ll call Gramps. I need to come up, meet Brock face to face. He’s their leader. They can step in if we need it.” A beat passes. “Bren? You still there?”

“Yeah. Cross and his brother joined a minute ago.”

Another beat of silence, this one more pregnant. “Okay. I’ll call once I know more. Love you.”

“Love you.” I reached forward. Channing ended the call, but I tucked my phone into my pocket and lifted my chin toward Blaise. “Thought you left?”

“I did. Took Aspen home. Now I’m back.” He made a show of looking around. “It’s just the two of you?”

Cross narrowed his eyes, watching his brother with me.

Blaise’s gaze skirted between us before glancing to the driveway. “I’m noting a certain someone’s truck is gone.”

Cross and I shared a look.

Blaise was here for a reason.

Cross indicated him with his glass. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’d call you when we went to get Harper.”

“Bullshit.” It came out low and smooth, and Blaise didn’t lose an inch of his smirk. But he was calling his brother out.

Cross didn’t move. He was just like his brother, both were tense, both watching the other warily, as if waiting for a mortal adversary to make the first move before launching the all-out attack. The air started sweltering around us. My own chest felt like it was deflating from the pressure.

Blaise moved, but only to sweep a hand around the area. “Your boy is gone. Your other boy is gone, too. I highly doubt both are off doing their own thing.”

“You’re insulting us.”

“And your boys aren’t including you because they don’t want me in the mix.”

“Jordan and Tabatha—”

“I got a call, too. Sweets was dropped off at her sorority house ten minutes ago—”

We jumped up.

Curses were said.

Keys were grabbed.

Yeah. We knew what that meant.

Jordan and Zellman were going after Harper without us, and they were probably doing it to ‘protect’ us.

“Fuck!” Cross only said that much as we were both running for his truck.

“No.” Blaise was right with us. “My Wagon is faster.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, because he was right. His was faster.

Cursing, Cross darted in front of me.

Blaise went to the driver’s side. Cross was in the front passenger seat. I climbed into the back. We were peeling out of there in the next second. Blaise was grim, pushing buttons on his dashboard, and a second later, ringing sounded through the vehicle.

“Yo! My dude! Tell me you’re coming over. We’ve got some—”

Blaise swung a tight left.

I had to throw a hand out, catching myself.

Cross didn’t move a muscle.

“Zeke,” Blaise cut his best friend off.

“What?” The party mood was gone in an instant. There was sound on his end, conversations, laughter, music and it was fading fast. He was moving away from it. “What’s going on?”

Blaise took another right, this time his side wheels going over the pavement. But watching him, he was calm, deadly calm. So was his voice. “You need to tell me where Harper is, and you need to not tell anyone else that you told me. You hear me?”

Zeke was quiet a second, then cursed. “You shitting me?”

“Zeke.”

“He’s here.”

I waited, expecting Allen to ask why his best friend was asking for Harper’s whereabouts. He didn’t.

He did ask, “You need me to get him somewhere?”

It was slow, and I couldn’t see the full transformation from my seat, but I saw Blaise smile, and it was calculating, mixed with a certain amount of pride. “Yes, I do.”

“Zeke,” Cross spoke up.

“What the fuck?! Your fucking brother is there with you?” A pause. “Who else? His bitch, too?”

“Hey!” I surged forward.

Cross was ahead of me, clipping out, “You goddamn say one more word about Bren like that and you will find me standing over you in bed one night. It won’t be now. It won’t be tomorrow, but one night when you’re having a good time, when you’ve forgotten about this threat, you’ll go to sleep. You’ll wake up to go piss and I’ll be there. And I will make it so that you’ll be pissing through a bag for an entire month, if not longer.”

Shit.

A shiver went down my spine.

Cross leaned forward, closer to the dashboard, his voice dropping low. “Do you hear me?”

I loved my man, a whole lot right about now.

But Blaise was half-watching the road, half-watching his brother from the side of his eye, too. His hands were steady, hanging loosely on the steering wheel. I had a feeling he wasn’t loose at all. That’s when I knew that one day Blaise and I would have words. Cross was protecting me from Zeke. I would be protecting Cross from his brother.

As if sensing my thoughts, he stopped the car at a stoplight and glanced to where I was sitting. Seeing me studying him, he did a double take, then realization slid over him, and his eyes narrowed on me.

This whole thing was tricky. This thing being the different alliances, loyalties, relationships, those forced and those earned. Yeah. Tricky.

“Blaise.” From Zeke.

The light was still red, so Blaise’s eyes were still on me. “Yeah?”

“What. The. Fuck?”

Blaise’s eyes remained narrowed. “Pitts and Greenly are heading your way. My guess is that they’ll use Tabatha’s phone to get Harper out of there. Don’t let him leave.”

“What am I supposed to do? He hates me because of you.”

“Zeke!” Blaise whipped back to the front. The light turned green and he shot forward. “You will want us to get to Harper first, not them. Trust me.”

There was another beat of quiet before the call dropped.

Cross said, “He won’t help us.”

Blaise almost sounded bored, saying, “He’ll help us.” He flipped his turn signal on and took another sharp turn. He was driving fast, but not reckless. He was safe, and he was also driving roads I didn’t know about. Cross didn’t say anything, but he seemed in tune with his brother’s driving. Not me. I was holding on to keep from falling or slamming into the door.

Cross and Blaise sat almost like one person.

It would’ve been unsettling if I hadn’t been more amazed at it, but then we were going down a back alley. I recognized Zeke’s fraternity house. It was lit up. There was a fence, but you could see people walking around the backyard. The second floor had lights strung around the bannister. Almost every room was lit up as well, but when Blaise parked next to a back shed, he said, “Ironically, this is their study night.”

Then he was crossing the alley and going to an opening in the fence.

Cross stayed back, turning to me. “You stay here.” “What?”

He touched my stomach, holding me back. “I mean it. I’ll be safer going in with Blaise.”

“You’re drunk. That’s why you’re saying this.”

“No. If Jordan and Zellman show up, tell them to hang back.”

“You know they’ll be pissed, knowing we figured out they came here without us.”

“Cross!” A hiss from just inside the fence.

He began backing away from me, heading for Blaise. “Tell them. We’ll deal with that later.”

This wasn’t the first or second or even sixth time that I’d been kept out of the action lately. I was starting to get annoyed. The old Bren was getting annoyed, too, and that wasn’t good for anyone.

CROSS

“I swear to God, Blaise. If you—”

He glanced back, hissing. “Shut up.” A savage wave with the back of his hand and he was leading the way. He moved by the back of the fence, making his way to the house as if he’d done this a few times. He was keeping low and remaining cautious, but still moving at a good pace.

I’d forgotten how big their backyard was. For a frat, it was huge.

No one was back here.

Blaise stepped up on the back porch, but he didn’t go for the main door. He headed, instead, in the opposite direction. Suddenly, a big window popped open and Blaise hauled himself inside. I climbed through, noting afterwards that it was their back bathroom.

The door was open leading to another room, and I heard more hissing.

“This is not cool. You…I’ll do this shit for you. Your brother, no way. No the fuck way.”

“Calm down.” Blaise was placating Zeke.

“I mean it, Blaise.”

“Dude. You knew this night would come. What’s your issue?”

“My issue is that this flew with the house once and you had them by the balls. This time, it ain’t the same. Nothing’s the same. You’re going to ruin this for me.”

“Harper’s ruining this for you.”

“Me or him. Choose.”

I froze, just in the bathroom.

Blaise laughed that off. “You or Harper? That’s not even a question.”

There was movement, then more movement. I heard clothes being ruffled and a low, almost panting hoarse sound from Zeke, “You know who I’m talking about. Me or your brother.”