“Nick killed Landon,” Lyle blurted as soon as he stumbled into their father’s home office.
“As in… killed, killed?” Levi sat back in his fine leather chair and folded his arms across his middle.
“Knocked him over the head with a beer bottle,” Sam confirmed. His eyes had cleared; a testament that he hadn’t drunk nearly as much as the other two.
“He was trying to kill Liam,” Nick said, his heart in panic mode. “What was I supposed to do?”
“Why were you drinking beer, Nick?” Levi asked. He creased his brow.
“Dad, you know me better than that. Do you honestly think I would drink beer?”
“It was my beer.” Zach stepped forward.
“Zach”—Levi nodded regally— “How’s the resort?”
“Much better now that we’re not in bankruptcy, sir. Thank you again for the bailout.”
“I’m not sure that’s how Landon saw the buyout,” Levi said.
“Yeah… he still pretty much hates you.”
“Not anymore.” Lyle snickered, and Liam joined him. “Because he’s dead.”
“They’re going to regret this conversation when they’ve sobered up,” Nick said.
“They probably won’t remember this conversation when they’ve sobered up.” Levi shook his head.
“Dad, what do I do?” Nick lowered his voice and pleaded with his eyes. Somehow asking his dad to help with this made him feel like a little boy. “I don’t want to go to jail.”
“How about you go back to Dubai?” Levi rubbed his chin in contemplation. “I need you there, anyway. I’ll see what I can do to make this incident disappear. After all, you were only defending your brother.”
“Yeah,” Liam said, wrapping his arm around Nick’s shoulders and breathing stale beer in his face. “It’s better that one horrible man should perish than your loving brother.”
“How about if you go sleep it off, Liam?” Nick ducked out from under Liam’s arm.
“You can sleep on the plane.” Levi stood and picked up his cell phone. “I’ll have Petrus bring the helicopter around and tell Gregory to have the jet ready within the hour.”
“Just like that?” Zach asked. “You just snap your fingers and a helicopter and private jet appear out of thin air?”
“No.” Levi held up his cell phone. “It requires my fingers to text, not snap.”
All three of Nick’s brothers snickered and even Zach chuckled. Nick just shook his head and started to walk from the room. “I’m going to pack an overnight bag.”
“You might want to pack for more than just overnight,” Levi called after him. “You’re going to be there awhile.”
“This is what I get for saving someone’s life.” Nick dragged his feet up the stairs, planning to head back to Dubai for the second time that day.
As he was walking up the stairs, Nick sent a quick text to Adele. I’m flying back to Dubai tonight.
She never returned his text.