Mart’s POV.
We didn’t speak much after his ultimate threat. I wasn’t afraid of my brother but I couldn’t helped the feeling of unease building up in my gut as I considered the implications of his words. Jasper gave Clinton the signal and he turned the key in the ignition.
“Do they have to ride with us?” I asked, glancing grudgingly at the two men on either of my sides. They didn’t spare me the slightest glance. Jasper himself remained silent for moments after I’d spoken that I begun to wonder if I’d only imagined voicing my concerns out in my head.
“Gentlemen. Please excuse us. We’ll rendezvous at the house, thank you,” Jasper finally said.
The two men got off somewhat grudgingly, the heat of their eyes bursting through the dark shades they had on and pouring on me with the intensity o
