Chapter Eighty-Five

Lauren's POV

There was a high chance that I would die at Jameson’s dinner party the more I put my thought into it. For one, I had gone there with his brother, who shared bad blood with him but he still loved enough to warn me about.

And now… Now, he was holding my hand and staring at me, waiting for me to give him an explanation on what I had with his son before I got married to his brother.

“Jameson, what do you think you’re doing?!” Damien yelled at him as a group of men held Damien down on a couch after the rest of the family went out through the back door, probably to where the main party was being held.

I turned to see that even Darla was being held down against another couch with a knife being held against her neck.

“Relax, little brother. You already had a fair share of fun when you shot me at your house and told me to leave. Let’s not forget that you’re in my house now, which means that you have to go by my rules,” Jameson reminded him before turning