“She was scared, tried to get out.” Eddie smoothed a hand over his head. “She called Tommy and he went over there to get her. The gang, they’d broken into some shop. Someone took a video of Tommy. They said if he doesn’t commit to the gang, they’ll share the video with the police. His scholarship…” Eddie made a sound. “I want better for my boy.”

Eddie was the kind of father that had been lacking in my life.

Anger ignited. I hated people who preyed on others, especially the gangs. They promised a family, a sense of belonging, but it was all just to use people. They ruled with fear and violence. Growing up in foster care, I’d seen it too many fucking times.

“Who in the gang threatened Tommy?”

Eddie swallowed. “A banger called Evan Curtis, goes by Easy-C.”

I nodded. “I’ll deal with it.”

Relief crossed the man’s face. “Mr. Fury⁠—”

I arched a brow.

“Dante…” Eddie’s voice was a little shaky. “Thank you.”

I rose and pressed a hand to Eddie’s beefy shoulder. “You’re a hard worker, a good employee, and a good man. Tommy is lucky to have you. He will go to college, I promise.”

Eddie rose. “Thank you so much. I can never repay you.”

“I don’t expect payment. Now, get home to your wife. I’ll deal with this tomorrow, and let you know when it’s done.”

Eddie nodded in relief and shuffled out.

I needed more of my drink now. Sipping, I stared at the paintings on the wall behind my desk—wild swirls of ink in black and gold. I needed to make some calls, and talk to my brother, Reath. He kept his finger on the pulse of the local gangs, and he would know this Easy-C.

Lifting my glass, I turned to the window. The last of the customers were leaving. Soon, I could get out of here and find my bed.

But first, I had a few whiskies to try, and an interesting woman to try them with.

Suddenly, the door to my office burst open. There were only four people in the world who would dare barge in without knocking.

Sure enough, it was two of my four brothers.

Colton had an arm around Reath, helping him inside. Reath’s gray shirt sleeve was soaked with blood.

“What trouble did you find?” I asked.

“I was minding my own fucking business,” Reath muttered.

I snorted. Reath never minded his own business. He was a former CIA…something. He’d been black ops, and that was shit he never talked about.

I was glad when he’d gotten out. We all were. Now, he ran his own small security company—Phoenix Security Services. He did security for all our businesses, and a few select customers. He was damn good at it. He also kept the local players from interfering with Fury businesses.