“Not true,” Trenton protested vehemently. “We may not get along, but you’re still my brother.”
“Your very alive brother,” Richard said before suggesting it was time to leave. “You need to rest, Mick. You’re still not up to par.”
Mick nodded, getting up. “We’ll talk more tomorrow, Trenton,” he promised his brother before walking to the door. “Say around ten, before the club opens for business?” Without waiting for a reply, he walked out of the office with Richard and Shorty right behind him.
It wasn’t until they were outside that club that he let down his guard, his shoulders slumping. “He had something to do with the attack,” he said. “He didn’t do it, I don’t think, but he knows who did, and possibly put them up to it.”
Richard wrapped his arm around Mick’s waist. “He was damned glad
