His father scoffed. “You think I’m scared of you? I’m not. I’m staying, and I’ll make your lifehell—your mother’s life hell, and that pretty piece of ass’s life hell—until I get what I’m owed.”
Colt didn’t think. He swung a second time, nailing his father in the face and once again sending him to the planks.
As he lunged toward him for more, strong arms pulled him back.
“Colt,no.”
He shoved at Noah. “Get the hell off me! I’m going to kill the bastard.”
“No, you’re not.”
“HethreatenedIndie and my mother.”
His father laughed. He wouldn’t be laughing in a second when Colt tore his fucking head off.
Noah pulled him back and moved in front of him before pressing his hands to Colt’s chest. “You kill him and you go to jail. That won’t help Indie. She needs you here. You’d also become just as bad as him.”
Colt’s chest heaved, the anger tightening his fists.
“Colt, you’re better than him,” Noah pushed. “Sobebetter.”
Hewasbetter. “Fine.”
Noah stepped to the side, but Colt knew his friend was ready to grab him again if needed.
Colt looked at his father on the porch. Gordon was back to grabbing his cheek and looked as pathetic as he was.
“You go near my wife or mother again, and I will kill you and hide the evidence. Do you understand?”
His father spat blood out of his mouth. “Get ready to murder me then, because I’m not going anywhere until I get my money.”
Noah grabbed Colt’s arm before he could step forward. “We’re going.” But before they did, Noah turned back to Gordon. “You need to leave,now. You step foot on this property again, you’ll be arrested for trespassing. You understand me?”
Gordon just raised a brow, almost in challenge.
Colt could barely breathe through the tightness in his chest, the fucking fury, as Noah pushed him away.
They got all the way to the parking lot before Noah finally stopped and broke the silence. “Are you okay?”
“No. He got Indie alone last night.”
“I know.”
“He could have doneanythingto her.”
“He didn’t.”
“What about next time? What about when he figures out he’s not getting shit from my mother?”
“There won’t be a next time.”
“There might be.”
Noah stepped closer, eliminating that small space between them. “Indie has you. She has me. She has Jesse and Becket. We all have her back. And your mom has Ben, who’s shadowing her. No one is getting hurt. Do you understand?”
Colt scrubbed a hand over his face. “I hate this. I hatehim.”
“I know.”
