Silent Scars (Surviving #4) Read Free Page B

her lap dog.’”
    I grumbled a response because the fucker was right. But Will needed my help, and the only thing I was good at was bailing my brothers out of shit. Honourable discharge had wiped me of my dignity. Honourable? What the fuck is honourable about being blown up and letting your men fucking die in front of you? I clenched my fists and refused to let the pain in.
    “Look, I know this isn’t ideal. But Rob is sick, and to be honest I don’t think he has the...what’s the word...”
    “Balls?”
    “ Professionalism.” Will glared at me before turning his attention back to the road. We were heading towards the home of his new client. Who had more money than sense, clearly seeing as he was employing Will to play bodyguard to his precious daughter who refused to come to heel.
    Fucking sap.
    I was all for protecting family, but if the spoilt little rich girl didn’t give a shit about her own safety, then why the fuck should I? I’d spent my entire adolescence with superior rich bastards who thought they were some fucking Godly creature because Daddy had a fat wallet.
    “Ry, she isn’t...” He released a long frustrated breath. “Her father owns a medical research company that has been doing trials with new cancer treatment drugs.”
    “And?”
    “They test on human patients, and some people are opposed to that.”
    “And?”
    “ Doctor Graham Cavendish, that’s our client’s name, has been receiving death threats.”
    “Doesn’t that come with the job?”
    “They...whoever made these particular threats brought his daughter into it. He said he has been receiving them for a long time, but these are more specific. More personal. Someone broke into his daughter’s home and...” He trailed off, letting silence fill the car.
    “Not psychic here, Will. I need to know this shit.”
    “They used personal items of hers, defecated and urinated over her bed. They were disturbed by her mother.”
    “Was she hurt?” I took a deep breath.
    “No, nothing happened. Aloura was apparently in her music room or something.  She was pretty rattled, but other than that her dad says she’s okay. But as you can see, we need to take this seriously. This sick fucker means business, and he’s trying to use Aloura as leverage.”
    “Aloura?”
    “Graham’s daughter.” Will tapped the steering wheel. “She really does seem like a nice woman, Ry. She’s nothing like those bitches we grew up with, I swear. She’s quiet, apparently, and likes to keep to herself. I know she isn’t happy with her dad for employing us. She works at the local library, and from what I can digress from her dad, she’s a bit of a loner. I think that’s what worries him more. She has no one looking out for her.”
    “Siblings?”
    “No, only child. Alec has a son the same age as her they are pretty close.”
    “And why the fuck isn’t he watching out for her?” I snapped, turning in my seat to glare at him.
    “He does. He is. But...this is more serious than a school bully.” Will rubbed his hand across his forehead and blew out a breath. I swallowed, feeling sick for adding pressure to my already over-stressed brother.
    “How’s Emily?” I asked and watched as his hands tightened around the wheel.
    “Fucking terrified.”
    “Everything is okay though, right?”
    “She’s getting closer to the benchmark where she lost Clara, and she’s terrified of losing the twins. She’s weeks away from the due date, but reaching the exact gestational stage she lost her baby girl seems to be messing with her mind.” Will ran his hand through his hair, and I finally noticed how unkempt he looked. I mean, yeah, he was a laid back guy and finally the uptight suits and precision grooming had disappeared thanks to him finally kicking Marissa, the queen bitch, to the curb. But he looked tired.
    When we were growing up, Will discovered a hard on, and shortly after that - Marissa. At the time he was such a sappy shit, all goo-goo over her. I