DALTON POV
“A contest?” Kai shouted, her voice sharp enough to cut through the charged silence in the room.
I saw it then—the looks the brothers traded with their fathers. That smug, cocky satisfaction plastered all over their faces like this was some kind of joke only they were in on. Smirks tugging at their lips, sparks of triumph lighting their eyes.
I couldn’t believe it.
They f*****g created a contest. To assess Derrick and me.
Unbelievable. Completely, utterly, f*****g unbelievable.
Kai’s fists clenched on the table, her nails digging crescents into the wood. “I swear, I hope you’re kidding me, Fathers,” she hissed, her voice trembling not from fear but from the effort to keep it together.
Not one of them answered her.
“And pray tell,” Derrick growled, his voice dropping into
