Get himself together? Who the f**k was he kidding? They had come here to figure out just how in the hell someone knew that Jessica was in town. Layne allowed himself five minutes. Five long minutes of pacing, muttering, breathing heavily, playing with his cell phone, and then running his fingers through his hair. Five minutes was all he could make himself stay outside when he knew that the rest of his brothers were questioning someone—who might hold the key as to why Jessica had been targeted.
Squaring his shoulders, he went back in.
"I want to know what you know and why this guy was slinking around your house, trying to take my boys out," Liam was saying as he stood over two men.
They must have found their contact, and it was easy to figure out which one was the one he'd almost comp
