After a day in the gym together, Ethan and Jenkin were called to get to The Mitchell's home as soon as possible. It had been a month since everyone had finally found out about Ethan and Arabella, and life truly couldn't be easier for the two. No more sneaking around - even if Arabella loved the excitement of it - and more importantly, no guilt on Ethan's part.
Upon arrival they noticed everyone seated in the living room - well, everyone was a stretch. The main gang. Kimberly and Robert were seated on a large armchair. Savannah and Cole sat opposite on a large sofa, Jackson stood beside them. Elijah was on another sofa which had room for Ethan and Jenkin to take a seat. The only person not present in the room was Arabella, that being due to her stubbornness in not having any involvement in the business.
"Well?" Jenkin took a seat looking perplexed.
Robert poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "A few problems have occurred on the radar."
Everyone in the room had a look of confusion on their face except Robert and Cole, the only two who had any idea as to what was going on. "What kind of problem?" Jackson questioned warily.
Cole shifted in his seat to get more comfortable. "When you all were a lot younger we had problems with the brothers, Eli and Lorenzo Gibson. Well, it's apparent Lorenzo had a son... who would now like to take revenge for his father and uncle's death."
Arabella had been in the shower while everyone was arriving and was about to head down to the kitchen for a snack while towel-drying her hair. She stopped at the top of the staircase to listen in once she heard multiple voices, all seeming serious. Too serious. She didn't like it.
"How didn't you realise he had a son?" Ethan questioned, even though he had no idea who the Gibson brothers were.
"The main target was always Eli, we barely even looked into Lorenzo when he came around," Kimberly explained, yet she was quite possibly as confused as the younger generation were. "Until of course..."
"Then he became more than just a nuisance. Though I don't remember there ever being mention of him having children?" Elijah pondered, thinking back to his younger days.
Robert shook his head. "He was completely unregistered. A child born with no record of himself."
Jenkin took a moment to try and piece things together. "So this Eli guy is dead and we know Lorenzo is dead. Does this child have Lorenzo's army of men?"
"Yes," Robert spoke again. "I sorted Eli long before Lorenzo. But it seems as if the kid has everything his predecessors had and more."
"Stop acting as if you sorted it out," Elijah smirked at Robert.
"Wha-"
"Kimberly killed Eli, not you."
Kimberly took a sharp intake of breath at Elijah's words. The younger generations' eyes practically popped out of their heads at the revelation. Arabella - who was still listening - almost slipped and fell down the stairs. Kimberly being violent wasn't as commonly known as Robert, it came as a shock to everyone.
"I need to hear about that." Jackson leaned forward.
"No, you don't. It's over and-"
Cole interrupted. "She stabbed him right through the neck."
Kimberly covered her face with her right hand.
Jenkin raised his brows. "I'm beginning to think it's Mum with the bollocks, not you." He shot a cheeky look at his father.
"What about Savannah? She had his brother. We don't talk about that nearly enough." Kimberly attempted to re-direct the conversation.
Savannah smirked. "Injected the bastard, and I own it."
Robert shook his head with a soft chuckle. "Anyway, we aren't sure what his plans are yet but we certainly need one. His name is Damon Gibson, and if he's anything like his uncle, he sure as shit won't give up until either we kill him, or he kills us."
"Hold on, how is he even going to get to us? We live on a Goddamn Island with top-notch security." Ethan spoke up, a look of confidence written across his face.
"The office would be one way," Cole spoke with a shrug.
"But we aren't always there."
"And in true Gibson fashion, if he cannot get to us, he'll try to make us come out of the woods ourselves." The blonde continued to explain.
"What do you mean?" Jenkin sat forward.
"He would lure me with my family, possibly Kim's family. Anyone he can get his hands on." Robert sighed.
The Santiagos' mouths ran dry.
Arabella who was still standing at the top of the staircase couldn't help but feel fear for her best friend. She knew living on an Island kept her safe, but she couldn't guarantee Isabelle's safety. The thought made her feel sick.
"Then we confront him now. We make a plan, make sure we're ready and be the first to make a move so we have the first hand." Ethan spoke once again.
"You think you're ready?" Elijah looked his brother in the eye, wanting an honest answer. Needing an honest answer.
He let out a breath with a nod. "I know I am. I love you all, but Arabella can't be hurt anymore, she can't lose her family because we were too scared to make a move. Anything you need me to do, I will."
Arabella couldn't be silent anymore. She ran down the staircase, leaving the towel for her hair at the top of the stairs.
Robert's eyes widened, not wanting his youngest to find out about the new issues on the horizon. "Ar-"
"I want in." She looked to her father with not an ounce of fear in her eyes.
Her parents looked at her with confusion. "What?"
"You've wanted me to be a part of the business since I was born, like Jenkin. I'm ready. I want in. Now." Her stance held confidence, her voice didn't waver.
Kimberly looked at her husband, his eyes didn't once leave his daughter. "I-"
"You can't even tell me I'm not capable. You saw what I did to Parker and I was sixteen. There is no excuse for you to say no. And if you do, I'm taking it as sexism as you never disagreed with Jenkin."
In Robert's silence, Kimberly decided to take over. "Are you serious?"
"As the dead."
Robert sighed. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay, you're in."
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Professional Disaster
RomantiekBook 3 in the professional Series I hate my life. I hate my parents. I hate the money. I want to be normal. My brother is a suck up and wants to follow in my father's footsteps, but all I want is to be. Everyone knows where they fit, everyone knows...