“First, he’s not a douche,” she hissed. “And he’s Louisa’s boyfriend.”
Archer groaned. “Fuck, your hot neighbor’s got a man?”
“Can we please stop talking about Huck?” she snapped. “Why are you here?”
“Because you went to Elixir without one of us having your back and you took Teagan who’s underage,” I said, in a ‘duh’ tone.
I was admittedly being kind of a dick considering I didn’t give Teagan this much grief, but in my defense, Teagan was my woman, not my baby sister, so there was a different dynamic there.
At least, that’s what I told myself.
“I didn’t take anyone anywhere.Shesurprised me with a girls’ night out for my birthday.” Daisy let out a frustrated squeal. “Notthat I need to justify my actions to you two dickheads.”
“The second you got there, you should have texted one of us,” I said.
“Why?” she challenged.
“Because—”
Before I could finish my sentence, someone pounded on Daisy’s door and then it opened, revealing our father.
Daisy settled her hands on her hips. “Really, Daddy?”
“Baby girl, some random asshole puts his hands on my kid, you don’t think I’m gonna do somethin’ about that?”
The hallway was wired for picture and sound, and it went so much further than a doorbell cam. My parents, the club, me and Archer, and Daisy had access to over six cameras outside my sister’s building, in the stairwell, elevators, on her floor,and directly outside her door. My father would have known the second Huck made contact with me and was probably on his bike before my face hit the wall.
Daisy threw her hands in the air. “He thought they were threatening me!”
“And why the fuck would some random guy care if your brothers were threatenin’ you?”
“First of all, he didn’t know they were my brothers and second of all, I would hope thatanyonewould care if someone,anyone, regardless of who they were, would be concerned if I were being threatened, and that you would also want said anyone to care if I were being threatened, and be happy they didsomething to stop it,” she screeched.
“Well, those were a lot of words there, Ducky,” Dad murmured, stroking his beard with an amused expression on his face.
Daisy looked like she was about to cry, and I had no idea why.
“Aw, don’t cry, Ducky,” Archer said, pulling her in for a hug.
“I’m not crying because I need a hug, Arch,” she snapped. “I’m crying because it’s my body’s way of releasing stress and negative emotions. The kind of emotions that make me want tomurderyou.”
He stepped back slowly, raising his hands in surrender.
“Okay, boys, head out,” Dad said. “I’ve got Ducky.”
This was our cue, so we hugged our sister, and Archer and I headed to our bikes in the garage.
“Do you really think Louisa’s got a man?” Archer asked.
“Why do you care?” I asked as I swung my leg over my bike.
“Because she’s fuckin’ hot.”
“And not interested in your ass, brother,” I pointed out.
“Yet,” he said with a lopsided grin.
What we would quickly come to find out was that Huck wasn’t Louisa’s man, he was her brother, and he was about to rock our sister’s world.
