Polly had several kids in my universe. 2 older twin boys Devlin and David were taken to an orphanage for difficult children. I put them in their twenties in London. Devlin Gray finds out about his mother through the Shelby brothers when they visite...
**(Trigger warning!! Mentions of noncon between Polly and Campbell/ mentions of sterilization/ plotting murder/ mentions of abuse of power) **
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Devlin had made sure his office was warm, well stocked with food and whiskey and locked.
The three of them needed to talk.
"No kids, no bullshit, no distractions." Devlin's deep husky voice filled the space as he paced back and forth in his office.
"Oh, like pacing is going to help. Devlin, sit down." Polly admonished her son and pointed to the seat across from him. Her dark gaze followed him like a bloodhound making sure he did as he was told. When she was satisfied with his seat she took a deep breath. " Seems like we all need to meet and get on the same page with everything that has happened." Polly looked at her two twin boys. Neither seemed ready to volunteer. She rolled her eyes and cleared his throat.
"Right, well even though you two disagreed, I...bargained for Michaels release with Major Campbell. He added to the terms however once I was in the room."
She took a deep breath and shot her boys a quick glance. She knew instantly that they'd talked or David probably wouldn't be sitting here with them discussing the future while Winter tried to keep David's brood in order.
Devlin sat with his arms crossed looking ready to kill. David sat straight, a product of his posh upbringing. His already chiseled face is set in stone.
"Changed the terms to rape?" David, who was usually quiet, didn't hold back. "I have contact's mum. I could have his false title stripped publicly. His eyes dark and cold like his fathers swept over her form. She shivered slightly remembering how mean he could get when drink was added to his blood. Gasoline and a match couldn't compare her river traveler husband's rage.
"And you'd expose mum too. The media would try to sympathize with that devil saying she seduced him either with her feminine wills and is trying to get attention Or that her heritage and witchcraft seduced Major Campbell. " Devlin was right of course. He knew from experience that those in charge always twisted the story to their benefit. Somewhere in time there was a newspaper clipping about the orphan uprising at St. Michael's. Devlin had been named the boy in charge.
"So we're going to what? Ignore it and hope it goes away?" David scoffed and lifted his hand to cover his mouth.
Devlin shifted slightly and looked at his mum. They had a plan.
" No, Thomas told mum he has to go to the races and do something for Campbell and the crown. I'll make sure Sabini stays busy enough to ignore Thomas so he can pull off his plan. Campbell will circle around to see if the job is done." Devlin took a long drag of his cigarette. He was replaying the plan over and over in his head to see if anything changed so he could be ready.
"Probably hoping Thomas will be shot himself, anyway, I'll be waiting. This is a debt I owe Campbell. A repayment of pain if you will." Polly smiled tightly. No mirth in her tone, only promises of retribution for his filthy act towards her.
