"You need to calm down," Paxton said, sharply, not impressed with Davian's rage. As long as his little brother didn't have the guns to back up his threats, his posturing was pointless. "You'll be killed dead before you'll even light a match on one casino. You're a disgraced exile. You need to be patient."
Paxton sighed, realizing Davian was too worried to know better. Ambriel was the light of his life, something Paxton didn't understand, but Davian cared.
Too bad none of this was in Davian's wheelhouse. Paxton sighed and crossed his arms. "Ambriel was taken hostage by bounty hunters. I don't know how they knew of his presence or your connection to him, but they did." Paxton had a few notions, but right now, that wasn't important. "They're ransoming him. Either we pay up, or they're going reveal to the rest of the commune that the Riveras have been sheltering an exile and an angel."
Paxton shook his head. "Which means it's not just Ambriel in trouble. It's all of us in trouble. You need to let Dad take the wheel on this. You hear?"