Chapter 47 Brother Dearest [Kristoff]

• “Fuck. Someone's broken in.”
• Shit. Real fucking shit, because I know who the hell broke in. And it's one hell of a surprise. But it's to be expected, right? Hearing about how much he owes my uncle, I know my brother would go to great lengths to pay back that debt, even if it means breaking into my club and stealing from me without shame.
• I face palm, anxious, feeling caught in a fix. Titania watches me carefully, all the fire gone out of her now, her brows arched in confusion. I want nothing but I push her back to the car and drive straight to the mansion. Ensure she's safely inside until this passes. Until she's thinking straight again. But I need to pick up the souvenirs I'd brought back with me from Tennessee. Pete would've left it in my drawer, and I need to get it out of the office. I can't let it stay there past this night. It's dangerous.