Easton's Claim (Colebrook Siblings Trilogy Book 3) by Kaylea Cross Read Free Book Online Page A

philanthropists who’d created the ungrateful bastard before him now. But that would bring a shit ton of heat down on him and it was too risky when he was just beginning his climb back into the trade.
    “Can’t,” Greg rasped.
    His temper snapped. He marched forward and grabbed a handful of Greg’s hair, yanked hard and jerked the asshole’s head back. “You didn’t think I’d find out what you’d done? That I’d forget while I rotted in the prison you helped put me in?” He shook his head, let Greg see the rage inside him. “I don’t forget. Ever. So you’re going to find what you took, and you’re going to give it back to me.” Then he’d die.
    Greg’s throat moved in a jerky motion as he swallowed, the stink of fear rolling off him in waves. “I don’t know where it is,” he insisted.
    “Your ex will.”
    Those bruised, bloodshot eyes locked on his. “She doesn’t…know anything.”
    “She’ll know where the furniture is. I’m sure she could be…motivated to find it for me.”
    Greg scoffed and huffed out a dry laugh. “She doesn’t know shit about what I did.”
    Maybe not, but Brandon could still use her. “Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”
    Greg glared up at him in defiance and managed a slight shrug. “There’s no point going after her. She means nothing to me and it’s not going to get you what you want.”
    The words sounded real enough, but Brandon caught the spark of fear in those deep blue eyes, and it told him everything he needed to know. The pathetic son of a bitch was lying through his teeth. Greg still loved her, was trying to protect her even now.
    It was almost laughable. Everyone knew how his ex had up and bailed on his pathetic ass over a year ago. Brandon had never imagined gaining leverage against him so easily, having such powerful leverage at his disposal.
    Brandon released Greg’s hair with a cruel jerk and stepped back, a hard, ruthless ball of anger forming in his gut. If he wanted to gain the attention and admiration of the top cartel members in DC, he had to up his game.
    He’d never gone after innocents before, but he had no choice now. Not if he wanted to establish his reputation as a top contender. The organization was watching him; he needed to impress them and show that he was merciless enough to warrant bringing on board.
    Greg’s nostrils flared, a move that had to be painful considering his broken nose. “She’s got nothing to do with this. Leave her alone. It’s between you and me.”
    Brandon barked out a laugh. “You don’t get to call the shots this time, asshole. You brought her into this. Whatever happens to her is on you.” He was going to make an example out of them, as a warning of what happened to those who crossed him.
    Leaving the prisoner to bleed and sweat in his seat, Brandon turned and walked away. “Think I’ll leave you to think things over for a while,” he threw over his shoulder. “Maybe when I come back you’ll have figured out a way to get what I want.”
    He stepped past the man guarding the door and out into the hallway. His shoes were quiet against the tile floor, the air cool and smelling of cleaner instead of blood and sweat. In his world, power and money were the only currencies that mattered. Fear and respect were how you got them.
    Brandon knew exactly what he would do.
    He’d get back what was his, then kill the ex-wife in front of Greg before giving the bastard the death he’d earned.

 
     
     
Chapter Five
     
     
    After helping his dad bring the horses in from the pasture and put them in the barn, Easton walked out to the nearest white rail fence and paused to stare out at the rolling fields beyond it. The pastureland spread across the property like a lush green carpet beyond the paddocks. They sloped down the hill, then disappeared into the acres of forest that banded three sides of the property, offering them total privacy.
    Setting one booted foot on the lower rail, he braced his stacked