CHRIS
A couple of hours later, I watched, surprised as Tom and Adams, two of father's best men walked into the pack house. They were looking for Kyle, and even with the many questions running through my head, I directed them straight to his room.
When I eventually saw him climb down the stairs, I stopped him.
"What the hell are you planning, Kyle?" I demanded, my voice sharp. "Don’t play games with me. We’re not kids anymore."
Kyle paused mid-step, turning his head to glance at me over his shoulder. His smirk deepened. "Relax, Chris," he said, his tone casual. "I’ve got everything under control."
"Under control?" I growled. What the f**k did you tell the old man?"
He didn’t answer. Instead, he resumed walking, his hands clasped behind his back. Finally, he stopped, glancing at the
