Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
JAMES
That ungrateful, little shit thinks he can just ignore my order to come and see me? The child I wish I never had believes he has a choice in this life. Hilarious . I've carefully curated his whole life prior to him even being born.
His life is not his own, his life is mine. Signed in blood. If he doesn’t want to meet me on his own accord, I’ll drag him out myself by his fucking ears.
I park the car and open the door, when I spot none other than Blair Stirling also making her way towards his house. I pause, waiting to see what she does.
What is she doing visiting Emmett ? I didn’t know they were friends. I have eyes on both Emmett and Blair at almost all times but haven’t been made aware of their friendship.
Realizing I’ve got to set aside even more time for this shithead, I let out a frustrated huff. If something is happening with the Stirling girl, I need to know as soon as possible. If she is the cause behind his diversions and obstructions, then my plan needs to be sped up. I refuse to have this warm hole distracting him. He may think I'm the devil himself, but this is for his own good.
Pulling my phone out, I hit the speed dial for Roy and hold the phone to my ear.
“ Yes ?” He answers, his voice gruff and hoarse.
“ I'm calling a meeting. It's an urgent matter so all elders must be present. Be at the meeting house in twenty minutes.” I spit, hanging up before he can respond. He knows better than to question me, they all do.
Parking in front of the cemetery entrance, I scurry inside, remaining unnoticed in the dark of the night. I round the statue and hold the crest in place to gain entry inside. I’m satisfied seeing all the elders are already present.
I clear my throat and begin to speak. “ It seems we have had a derailment with our recent merchandise. The Stirling girl is getting close to my son, and for that, we need to hasten the sale. I want the auction scheduled sooner. Let the buyers know and alert the committee.”
“ Sir , but we just sold an item a few weeks ago. I'm not sure how well we can keep up the facade of safety with the timeframes so close together. We’re already on thin ice with questions from important families, donor families. Then there’s that Willingham boy, no one knows what the fuck happened to him.” An elder says nervously.
I narrow my eyes at the weak excuse of a man who thought he could speak out against me, in front of our brotherhood no less. I reach into the waistband of my pants for my gun and whip it out. Clicking off the safety, I point it at the elder who’s suddenly shaking with fear. Funny , he had a lot to say a minute ago.
“ The Willingham boy is none of my concern. That wasn't our doing, doesn't matter to me. My word here, in these tunnels, on this campus, is law. We are speeding up the process, and that’s final. Do what you need to do, but get it done.” I fire a shot in the direction of the talkative elder, missing him by a hair, instilling fear into him. Next time, he won’t be so fortunate.
I exit the room, retreat to my car, and drive to my home office. I have too much work to do to ensure a smooth sale. They know their place and if my followers are smart, they’ll know what's good for them. Nothing and no one will interfere with my money.
Should they cross me, they’ll never see the sun rise again.