My skull slams against the floor as my brother delivers another punch.
Then another.
Then another.
And it’s on the fourth one I realize he thinksI’mthe one who got her pregnant.
Shit.
Makes sense. I’mmarriedto her, after all.
Blocking his next blow with my forearm, it hurts like a bitch when our bones collide, but I’m able to shove him back a bit to allow some space to see his next move.
Reeve only follows up with his right, not inflicting as much force as he can, being left-handed, but it doesn’t feel amazing, nonetheless.
“It wasn’tme,” I grit out quickly. “It wasyouor Torin.”
I save myself mid-thrust because Reeve’s a foot from knocking me with another blow to my head. He’s straddling me with a dumbfounded look.
It’s clear he’s processing. That he doesn’t know what to think.
But I’m not here to lie on the floor all night with his body weight on me. I’m looking to get his ass home so we can handle this like a family.
“Get out of here, Oz,” he grits out, flexing his fingers. “I’m done with her.”
“She’spregnant?—”
“Iheardyou the first time.” He begins to rise to his feet, but I fuck his ass up verbally because it’s all I’ve got.
“She found your dad. He’s alive.”
Reeve slams his fist into the side of my head again and bends over to get directly into my face, spitting a bit at me when he says, “Have you lost your damn mind?That’show low you’ve come? That motherfucker isdead. He’sbeendead.”
“He’s not.”
Reeve stares at me, still looking unconvinced at the prospect that everything he’s been trying to solve was taken care of in one night. “I think you’re selling me short if you think I won’t kill you for fucking with me, Oz. I’m not going home. I’m done there.”
“Luther Stanton is alive and is currently being treated for PTSD, impaired memory, paranoia?—”
“Stop,” Reeve seethes through his teeth as he glares down at me. “You want to lay there andlieto me to get me home? Are you that much of a fucking asshole, Oz?—”
“I’m not lying,” I hedge calmly. “If you get off me, I can show you a picture.”
My brother gapes at me some more, as if he can’t fully wrap his head around it.
I can’t say I blame him.
His father has been gone since he was fifteen and there’s been no sign of him since. Now I understand why.
“Your mother had him trapped in that far office, behind a wall. It was the party she threw?—”
“There’snoway. I searched that house a million times. He’s not there.”
“He was. Behind a hidden wall. Some place you didn’t know existed.”
“Stoplying.”
“Levi Wallace is dead. Torin was shot. Bay is pregnant. Your father is alive. Andyouneed to get back home to handle your business.”
