My Step Sister's Reverse Harem

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Jayden's POV

"You've sighed up to ten times and I've only just ordered my coffee, is there something bothering you?" The last man standing from the four tone sneaky match in the hotel room said as he leaned forward to drink his coffee using a straw. 

He had his right hand wrapped in a bandage and held in a strap and a couple of plasters on his face. 

He was wearing a suit too expensive and misfitting for this rundown coffee shop but the location wasn't a usual one either, because it was rare to find a coffee shop with over washed paintings on both the outside and inside and old wooden chairs for the guests who had expensive high grade cars parked on the outside. 

The location was difficult to find on the map as well. 

"You're either lost in thoughts or ignoring me, but j must let you know that if you hear me out, there is a ninety nine percent chance that you would find a solution in the conclusion that we come to together," he said and I stared at the black business card in my hand. 

The business description sounded familiar for some reason, but I couldn't place my hand on it or remember from where, so I looked it up on the internet and realized that I was talking to the CEO of the top security company in America. 

"Who exactly are you and why did you try to harm us yesternight?" I went straight to the point as I had no appetite for anything, knowing that Mia was with that bastard. 

"Hehe, young master, that's not the case actually but we apologize for the intrusion," he said as he raised his unbroken hand in a peace sign. 

I turned to my back to remind myself that I was backing the wall. 

"And who in the world is this young master that you keep on referring to?" I asked with a frown, getting irritated by how slow things were going. 

"You, of course. Didn't you know about your mother's family?" He seemed shocked that I rolled my eyes. 

"It seems you have the wrong person, because my mother died during my birth, so..." 

"Wait, aren't you that Reynolds' son? Your mother didn't die during your birth, but I must commend him for how perfect he cooked up the story," he said. 

"What do you mean? Why did you call me out here? Get right to the point or I break your remaining limbs and make sure you're unable to use them again," I planted my palm roughly on the table with ragged checkered cloth. 

"Hey hey, calm down. The story is quite long and I don't think I can complete it, but we do have limited time here and," he peered out through the window that had a crack webbed out of a ring hole which was definitely a bullet hole. 

I looked around again at how dilapidated the building was, and why the government hadn't closed it down yet. 

It was unsafe and isolated. 

"We barely have five minutes to leave this place, so I'd say we schedule another meeting ," he said and paused. "I promise it would be in a more open and beautiful place and I promise that this place will be taken care of seeing how you don't like the taste," he said and I nodded. 

That made sense. 

"Tell me though, why am I you're young master? Why is the CEO of the top leading security company asking to see me? Does it have anything to do with why I had to leave the military?" I asked and he shook his head. 

"That's a story we don't want to touch now, but I can assure you it has nothing to do with that, but everything to do with your blood line and your inheritance and also the fact that my sister, your mother isn't dead." 

"You're my uncle?" I said, tasting the disgust in my tongue. 

"Well," he shrugged as he pushed a file wrapped expensively to me, "go through that and ask your dad the true story. The family will reach out to you soon for a formal welcome," he said as he dropped a key on the file. 

"What for? I came in my own car," I said, but he smiled and pointed outside only for me to see the sight of the Honda I had driven here being broken and scalped. 

"But you can't go in it. Just take this, that low level car is not befitting for someone in this family," he patted my shoulder. 

I had too many things to process. 

But I had to see Chloe first. 

We left and j was assigned a driver at the spot.

"This isn't necessary," I tried to refuse, but he insisted and said to me, "you can always put a bullet through his head if you're not satisfied with his driving skills, we will clean the mess up," he said he tapped my shoulder and opened the backseat for me to get in. 

While I wondered how and when he found out about the gun in my belt. 

"I promise to serve you well," the driver was shivering in his seat but that didn't make me relax. After all, all this could just be a plot and I only had my dad and an envelope with untrustworthy files in them.