What did he just say? Dylan found herself wondering as she slowly looked up from her book and-
“Say that again,” Quinn said before she had the chance even as she told herself that there was no way that her father just said what she thought he said.
Clearing his throat, her father opened his mouth only to close it and glare at Marc, who was staring longingly at the door. When Marc didn’t say anything, her father once again cleared his throat and said, “You have to get married.”
“Never. Fucking. Happening,” Quinn bit out, which, considering what Jenn put him through, was understandable.
“Then, B.T. Construction goes to one of the girls,” her father said as his gaze shifted to her and-
“Pass,” Dylan said, watching as her father cleared his throat, nodded, and murmured, “Understandable,” before his gaze shifted to Brooke. Curious about how she was taking the news, Dylan glanced to her left and took in the calculating gleam in her sister’s eye.
“What else?” Brooke asked, looking really freaking intrigued, which was to be expected considering just how badly her sister wanted to get her hands on B.T. Construction.
When their parents retired two years ago, Brooke expected B.T. Construction to be handed over to her. Instead, they’d left her in charge of the business side of things and handed over the reins to the construction side to Quinn, forcing them to work together, which was a problem since they hated each other.
Neither one of them had taken it well, but they’d made it work. Brooke focused on the business side of B.T. Construction, project proposals, dealt with potential clients and spent most of her time in the office while Quinn spent his time on job sites. They only communicated when absolutely necessary and that was normally done through texts and emails.
The problem was, that wasn’t enough for Brooke.
She didn’t like sharing, never had, and she hated the fact that she had to share B.T. Construction with Quinn. She wanted to be in charge and he wanted her to go to hell, which, again considering what Jenn put him through, was understandable. If Brooke ever got her hands on B.T. Construction, and something told her that was about to happen, Quinn would probably quit.
Then again, Brooke would probably fire him before he got the chance, Dylan thought as his mother handed them each a manilla folder. “What’s this?” Dylan asked as she took the file and couldn’t help but note the way that she was practically bouncing in her seat.
“Everything that you need to know,” Laura said with a satisfied sigh.
Curious, Dylan opened the folder to find what looked like a thick legal document detailing everything they needed to know about this deal, from the timeline to the-
“A baby?” Brooke demanded in disgust while Dylan looked up in time to watch as the four of them nodded firmly.
“That’s the deal. We want B.T. Construction to stay in the family. That’s always been the plan. Whichever one of you getsmarried and has a child, will get B.T. Construction,” Marc said while Dylan noted the look her mother shared with Laura.
Interesting.
“Tell me that this is a joke,” Quinn bit out.
“This is the deal,” her father reluctantly grumbled when her mother nudged him.
“And if none of us gets married?” Quinn demanded as Dylan glanced back down at the file in her hands and-
“Then, we’ll sell the company to the highest bidder.”
CHAPTER 2
“Have you read this thing?” Tristan asked, shaking his head in disbelief as he turned the page of the legal notice that fucked him over.
It made him wonder how long they’ve been working on this plan.
“Twice,” Quinn bit out as he sat there, absently drumming his fingertips against his desk while he glared out the window, debating saying the hell with it and starting his own company, but…
B.T. Construction was his life.
He took his first step in his father’s workshop and learned how to read and write on the back of old blueprints. He learned this company from the inside out, did the grunt work, and worked his ass off, putting in sixteen-hour days for the past ten years only to have it taken away from him because his parents and the Thomases decided that they wanted grandchildren.
His father and Jonathan built B.T. Construction from scratch, working out of the back of an old, beat-up pickup truck they fixed up and took odd jobs around town until they were able to afford the tools they needed to take on bigger jobs. That led to them taking on large renovations and flipping houses until oneday, they had everything they needed to make B.T. Construction a reality.
Jonathan came up with the designs while his father did everything to make sure that they could build them, ensuring that they came in under budget and on time. Every time. They started with starter homes and quickly worked their way up to luxury homes, building multimillion-dollar homes in New Hampshire and Massachusetts and it was all because of the spoiled brat that was about to fuck him over.
Christ, he never saw it coming.
