Maxwell's POV
As the team got to work, I pulled Damien aside.
"Did he reach out to Mom?" I asked quietly. "Does she know he's alive?"
Damien shook his head. "I don't think so. If he had, things would have escalated way more than this. She would have either helped him or called the police. There's no middle ground with her."
"Good," I said. "Let's keep it that way. As far as she's concerned, Dad died ten years ago in that fire."
"Agreed."
We stood there in silence for a moment, watching the security team work.
"You know," Damien said finally, "for a second there, you actually thought I was going to kill you."
"For a second there, I wasn't sure," I admitted.
He looked at me, something serious in his expression for once.
"I'm your brother, Maxwell," he said quietly. "I might be jealous of the company, might give you shit about everything, might even be pissed that you got your girl while I lost mine. But I would never actually hurt you. You know that, right?"
