Page 15 of Emmalyn's Strength


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“Thing is, I need this kept quiet, and I need everyone of us involved. I do not need a single female to get wind of it unless it becomes a safety issue.”

All of the males assembled zeroed in on Brandt, their attention a sharp focus on him waiting for him to explain.

“In that vein, I don’t want any of our parents to know either. They’d handle it all wrong and then things would be worse than they already are, or might be.”

“What the hell is going on?” Remi asked.

“Aunt Everly came to see me this morning. She’s the only one that knows so far. She thinks somebody is watching her house.”

“What the fuck?” Havoc demanded, sitting up straight and becoming even more focused.

“Not only that. She thinks, and so do I, that it’s because of Emmalyn. We think that it’s possible Emmalyn’s being stalked.”

Barron stood up.

“Here’s the thing,” Brandt said, holding his hands up to keep everyone quiet and calm while he finished his explanation while looking directly at Barron. “We can’t let anybody know we know. We can’t let our parents know because they’d run roughshod into the woods and scare whoever it is away.”

“And we can’t have that because I’m gonna kill a motherfucker,” Barron said.

“Bet,” Havoc agreed.

“And we can’t let the females know because they’ll start behaving differently and that’ll let whoever is watching Emmalyn know we know.”

“Who is stalking her?!” Ronan asked.

“I don’t know yet, but here’s what I do know… Aunt Everly’s been feeling like she’s being watched on and off since Christmas. She thought it was just her imagination, but then Emmalyn admitted that she’d been in flight or fight mode for a while now.Everly said it was probably just her lifestyle and not having anything to do lately. Emmalyn agreed and made a joke about it being better than being stalked by a deranged human who was pissed off because she profiled him.”

“That doesn’t mean she’s being stalked, though,” Ronan said.

“She was sent home from work with instructions to lay low,” Havoc added to the conversation.

“Does anybody ever tell me any damn thing?!” Barron demanded as he turned and walked for the front door.

“Hang on! You can’t let her know we know this is even a possibility. She’ll lock us out and won’t allow us to protect her. You know how damn stubborn she is,” Brandt said. “She’ll think she’s protecting us.”

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do? Allow her to get hurt or worse, so I don’t cause any waves?” Barron asked.

“No, but we have to play this smart. We all have reasons to be around her more often lately. Havoc, you and Analise have her helping with the wedding.”

“True,” Havoc said. “I can be more of a pain in the ass about it which will make her have to come around more to convince me to go with her ideas.”

“And when Daisy gets this little place, she’s going to need a lot of repairs done to it. I’m pretty sure Emmalyn is all in on that, too. So there’s another opportunity to be around her without her knowing what we’re actually doing.”

“I could ask her to spend some time with Addie because I’m not around as much, and she’d be over here more. That’d put her closer to her more often,” Christian said.

“That’ll work.”

Barron stood there shaking his head as his gaze wandered toward the ceiling, doing his best to get his emotions under control.

“You alright?” Ronan asked.

Barron swung his attention to Ronan. “No. I’m not. I’ve been playing fucking games instead of just getting my head out of my ass and claiming my mate. Now, not only is she pissed off at me, she’s in danger. If she was mine, living under my roof, there would be less chance of any fucking body getting near her.”

“Then claim her,” Remi said.

“She’s angry as hell,” Barron said.

“Apologize.”