He already fucked with my brother, so why not go after her next?
His eyes light up when he spots me and he stands to his full height. “Bro, ya made it! Lemme get you a beer.”
Hard pass.
“I ain’t here for a drink, and I ain’t stayin’ long.”
“Why not?”
“I only came to tell you to leave me and my brother the hell alone. Don’t talk to either of us ever again.” I flick my gaze to Delilah, who’s sitting on my right side. “And don’t talk to her either.”
I’m not in love with her anymore, but I still care about her. Jake’s bad news and she doesn’t need to get wrapped up in his illegal shit.
“Whoa, calm down. What’re you even talkin’ about?”
I step closer, looking down my nose at him. “You know what I’m fuckin’ talkin’ about. The drugs. Whatever illegal shit you’re in, don’t involve us.”
“I already apologized for that and said it wouldn’t happen again.” His palm cups my shoulder, trying to pull me closer. “C’mon, lemme get ya?—”
I shake his hand off me, stepping back. “Don’t touch me.”
He pushes my chest. “Chill, bro.”
“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me.” I shove him back into a barstool.
“Waylon, stop…” Delilah steps between us. “This ain’t you. Walk away.”
“It is now since he almostkilledmy brother,” I hiss, looking at him above her head.
“And fightin’ with him isn’t gonna change what happened,” she says calmly.
“So if the man who hurt Harlow was here, you’re tellin’ me you wouldn’t knock him out because it wouldn’t change the past?”
She visibly tenses, and I know I hit a nerve, but she should know from firsthand experience how painful it is to watch your sibling nearly die.
“That ain’t the same and you know it. Jake didn’t purposely hurt him.”
“Shoulda thought about that before he gave him street drugs.”
Only God knows what the hell was mixed in with the ketamine. Finding him even minutes later would’ve cost him his life.
“You wanna hit me, go ahead,” Jake taunts, then wraps his arm around Delilah’s shoulders, pulling her into him.
Narrowing my eyes, I stare at him intently, deciding if it’s worth it for the few seconds of satisfaction.
“Delilah, move.”
She blows out an aggravated breath and mutters, “Y’all are idiots.”
Once she shrugs his arm off her and is out of the way, I step toward him. “If you come near my brother or me ever again, you’ll be the one in the hospital next time.”
The corners of his lips curve up into a taunting smirk. “Is that so?”
Without giving him time to react, I shove my fist into his gut and deliver a crushing blow through his body. Grunting in pain, he falls back against a crowd of people before landing on his ass, where he belongs.
“Waylon!” Delilah squeals, shoving my arm.
A second later, Jake’s on his feet and charges at me, shoving me into the people behind me. Delilah falls to the ground, and I see red.
