All the Way In

Dane

All in. He'd said that he was all in. That was how he had to play it.

All the way fucking in.

And his father went with it. He was armed now--prepared. But his father had been busy all morning and not calling him into the meetings, which made him nervous. So he did what he would have done if it had been his business. He strode to his father's office door and knocked until someone opened it.

Ignoring the flat glare of the spook that kept his father's secrets, and the two men who sat in front of his desk, he pushed into the room and planted himself next to the desk.

"I need to speak with you, now."

His father hadn't startled when he'd pushed in. But he had nerves of steel, so that didn't mean he'd known Dane was coming. His father regarded him, blank faced, on finger to his lips, then glanced at the men he'd been speaking to. "Boys, I think I need the room. You can wait outside."