I frown, racking my brain for the information about who Washington’s AG is. Melinda something, I think. “He didn’t mention her.”

“Not her,” he says with a chuckle. “About the upcoming campaign.”

“I’m afraid he didn’t.” I scowl at my father, hoping he lays it on me rather than delivering his demand in tiny spoon-fed doses. That shit is annoying.

“Hugo’s running for AG. He’ll be making the announcement soon at a press conference.”

“Attorney General? You sure he’s ready for that?”

Dad waves me off with his hand and then picks his mug back up, slowly sipping. “Hugo’s been ready for politics his entire life. He’s always kept his nose clean and his past is flawless. The people of Park Mountain admire and love your brother. He’s ready.”

“But…”

Dad’s lips press into a firm line and his brow furrows. If he knew this expression aged him ten years, I doubt he’d do it. I’m not going to tell the bastard.

“But Spencer is not ready.”

“And you want me to keep Spencer in line? You know that kid doesn’t listen to anyone. He’s as bad as Dempsey.”

“I’ll handle Dempsey,” Dad bites out. “Your baby brother will step in line. You all will.”

“Does Hugo even want this position?”

“Hugo knows what’s best for this family. It’s why he went into law, like me and your grandfather.”

It’s always about control with our family, my dad being the one tugging on all our strings.

“I’ll speak to him about his grades,” I grunt out. “Is that all?”

“Our family, more than ever, will have a magnifying glass upon us. We don’t need anything popping up out of the blue. Hugo can achieve this, but it’s going to take everyone doing their parts to get him to the top.”

“Noted. Is that all?”

Dad slides off the bar stool and stands. He’s not nearly as tall as me, but he’s just as solid. I sip my sweetened coffee, attempting to relax my muscles. Whenever he’s near, I get tense as fuck.

“Your mother—er—stepmother.” He chuckles. “Jamie wants everyone to meet at the house on Sunday for a celebratory dinner honoring Hugo’s new endeavor. You’ll be there of course.”

My hand tightens around the handle of my mug, my knuckles turning white. “Of course, Dad.”

He studies me for a beat, clearly disappointed that his little jabs haven’t resulted in an outburst he can belittle me for. With a quick nod, he excuses himself and leaves the kitchen, exiting through the garage door. Every time I change the code, the fucker cons one of my brothers into giving it to him. My bet is on Hugo.

I whip out my phone and fire out a text to him.

Me: Thanks for the warning, dick.