Chapter 17
Brooks
I haven’t felt this good in a long fucking time. And it’s all because of Hannah. Fuck. We’re so good together.
I’m smiling when I make my way back to the party. No one looks my way as I grab a flute of champagne from a passing server. Hannah enters the room moments later, looking so fucking beautiful that it takes my breath away. She’s glowing right now. I wonder if she realizes that she looks happier, too?
I’m about to go to her side when my phone rings. A curse leaves my lips.
“This is Henderson.”
Blanc says, “I need you in Tokyo. We have a few potential members and I’d like to lock them down before they change their mind. I’ve already sent you their files and your jet is ready to go.”
“Oh it is, is it? It’s going to have to wait. I’m at an event.”
“For the wedding planner, right?” There’s a long pause. “Are you sure it’s wise to spend so much time with her? We all know it didn’t end well last time.”
My jaw tics and it takes everything in my fucking power not to tell the head of the Brotherhood what I think about him.
Instead, I say, “You’re right. It didn’t end well. I’ll be in Tokyo tomorrow.”
Ending the call, I send my pilot a text, letting him know that we’re not leaving until four am. I’m spending the night with Hannah. And nothing in this world is going to fucking stop me.