Everywhere and Every Way
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He had their attention. Good. He’d have one shot at this, and he had to be good. “I invested everything in this company. I was promised Pierce Brothers as my future; I stayed by Dad’s side, taking his shit, because I was the only one ready to protect the family business.”
Dalton shot up out of his chair. “Are you kidding me right now? Dad never listened to anyone else but you! Don’t act like you were doing us some big favor or sacrifice for staying. Do you know how many times we tried to get involved? We wanted to be a part of this, too.”
“Bullshit,” Caleb retorted. “You hated taking orders, and you wanted to do whatever you wanted. Instead of listening to a customer’s specs, you’d focus on your current dream project, then get mad when they didn’t want to pay for it!”
“I’m an artist and you never gave me a chance. You drove me out of here.”
“I think sleeping with my fiancée drove you out of town, brother. Not me.”
Caleb could tell that it still stung, but Dalton kept to the script he’d been repeating for years. “I didn’t sleep with her! I just wanted to prove she wouldn’t be faithful.”
“Thanks. I was real grateful.”
“Shut up,” Tristan commanded. “Everyone calm down. Let’s stick to the facts. We can’t even stay in the same room together, let alone run a company. We have no other choice.”
Caleb clenched his jaw. “There’s always a choice. I’m asking you to help me. Years ago, you wanted to bring real estate and renovation to Pierce Brothers. You can do it now. Open up and run your own business as part of the company. No interference from me.”
Tristan blew out a breath and began pacing. Dyken watched the whole scene with quiet interest. “Real convenient. When I brought it up to Dad, he nixed it, and you backed him up. Now that you want something, you’re happy to give me what I’d been fighting for. It’s too late.”
“Dad was never gonna bend, Tristan. I knew that, and even though you saw it as a betrayal, I was trying to save you from a bunch of crap. We have the power now to run the company our way. I know we have to do it together, and we haven’t had a real conversation in years, but we can do this. Hell, it’ll be a lot easier than you think. With the senator’s job, and the other projects I just finished, we’ll make plenty of money to be called profitable. All we have to do is ride out the year.”
Dyken cleared his throat with a loud emphasis. “Umm, you misunderstood, Caleb. Your father put in a specific clause that states profits begin the official day you begin working together. In other words, no previous projects or funding will be counted. You start with a clean slate.”
The tiny flicker of hope smothered and died. He hated himself even more for the frustration that believed there could possibly be a way out. No. Christian would’ve made sure every loophole was closed in order to suffocate them properly.
Dalton gave a bitter laugh. “See! You’re just as delusional as Dad. That means we’d start out with a big fat zero. You know why he set this up? To laugh at us and watch us fail. Don’t you know that by now, Caleb? Are you that far gone that you still want Dad’s approval and will sell your soul for it?”
Caleb flinched. Direct hit. But he had nothing left to lose and had to fight dirty. “Yeah, I know. Let’s just say I’d rather succeed and give him a final fuck-you.”
Tristan turned to Dyken. “Does the will outline whether we need to run the company in a certain way?”
Dyken shook his head. “No, you just need to turn a profit. You need to live in the house together, and you all need to have a part in the company. That takes care of all the obligations.”
“I can’t move back here!” Dalton said. “I’m in California with my own woodworking business.”
“It’s one year, Dalton. Bring the business here and offer your services as part of Pierce Brothers. I’m telling you it’s possible this can work. I’ll find you some ocean to surf.”
“Fuck you!”
Tristan glared. “Caleb, your point is well-taken. It’s not impossible, and we can do this.” His eyes darkened. “But I don’t want to. I like living in New York and doing what I want with no one to please but myself. I’ve got money I earned on my own, with no one barking orders at me. For God’s sake, I’m thirty years old, and I’ve been digging out from Dad’s shadow my whole life. I’m not going back.”
“Me neither,” Dalton said.
“Oh, you’re rich, too, huh?” Caleb threw out. He knew his younger brother had perfectionism issues when dealing with woodcraft. He’d inherited his grandfather’s skill, but had been well-known in the family to throw away profits in pursuit of product. Caleb guaranteed his brother was living paycheck to paycheck.
“I do fine,” Dalton clipped out. The corner of his left lip twitched in his trademark confession of a lie. Some things never changed.
Caleb had one last shot. He hated how dirty he was willing to play, but it was his life, and he had no choice. Already his brothers seemed to gather themselves up and walk out the door, ready to give up Pierce Brothers. In a way, he couldn’t blame them. But he needed to win.
“If you don’t do this for me, I’ll lose everything,” he said quietly. “You probably don’t care about that, and I accept it. But I’m asking you to do it for someone else.”
“Dad?” Dalton sneered.
“Do it for Mom.”
Tristan stilled. Dalton jerked back, raw pain carving into his face. A long stream of curses emitted from his little brother’s mouth, stinging his ears. Tristan just stared at him like he’d enacted the biggest betrayal—worse than Fredo in The Godfather.
The words fell flat from Tristan’s mouth. “Tell me you didn’t just say that.”
Caleb didn’t back off. “This was Mom’s company. She gave it to us from her great-great-grandfather and renamed it Pierce Brothers because she believed in all of us to keep it safe. Sure, Dad doubled the profits, but she always told us this was our legacy.” His throat burned with something, but he refused to name it. “Mom was the one who told us at the kitchen table every damn day that blood is the only thing we can count on. That if we’re not here for each other, nothing else matters. To watch this company, the only thing we have of her memory, dissolve would leave us with nothing.”