Emmalyn Wilde.
I could feel a small smile tugging on my lips.
Wilde.
What a fucking coincidence.
My little wildcat.
I ignored the stares from my men as I focused back on the file.
What I knew of the girl so far: She went by Emmy. She had the most fascinating hazel eyes—the right one slightly darker than the left—a top lip slightly bigger than her bottom lip that made her look like she was perpetually pouting, an interestingly shaped nose that would have been altered had it been born on some starlet’s daughter, but it was beautiful on her, and I was fucking drawn to it. It wasn’t pointed or round but somewhere in between, a little upturned and a little crooked.
I would fucking break the hands of any plastic surgeon who dared touch it.
In her driver’s license picture, she smiled widely and showed off the small hidden dimples in the creases of her laugh lines.
I hadn’t actually seen her smile at me… yet.
Her thick dark hair seemed to take over her small face and petite frame, and it was one of the first things anyone would notice about her at first sight.
I blinked and looked down at the copy of her driver’s license once more.
I was right.
She was twenty-five.
I wanted to leave the meeting and look over everything in this thin folder, greedy for any information offered to me about the girl who had risked her life to save my son.
Instead, I closed it and looked around at my brothers.
Kai walked in and took a seat to my right, opposite Roman.
Everyone important was here. I looked around at my brothers, whom I trusted more than anyone in the world.
I cleared my throat, and the whole room quieted as my men looked at me expectantly.
“I called everyone here to keep you updated. Braxton is home safe, but we still don’t know who the fuck targeted him or why.” I looked over at Kai. “I’m sending Braxton to New Zealand for the summer.”
Kai frowned. “New Zealand. You mean with Aunt Jenny?”
I nodded.
“She agreed to take Braxton?” Kai asked quietly.
I reached over and squeezed his shoulder. His blue eyes met mine, a shadow moving over them. I could only imagine what he was thinking right now.
“Yeah, son. She agreed.”
He nodded but didn’t say anything else.
“Do you think this could have come from the inside?” Roman said, drawing my attention.
I looked at him with one eyebrow raised.
We’d already suspected there was a rat among the ranks.
It was confirmed months before, when Ryleigh came to us with information that her dad and the dear old late mayor had known about the shipping arrangement being executed that night.
