“I offered, Marley told me no.”
Surprise renders me speechless for a moment, but then it makes sense, she’s too good of a person to wish death on anyone, even her attackers. “And you listened?”
“Is that where you’re going?”
Dropping my hands to my sides, fisting my hands to stretch the leather of the gloves, I look toward the place thatMarley loves the most. Her stables and her horses. “She deserves that.” It’s all I can say.
I can feel his eyes on me, but I keep looking across the yard. The floodlights on her stable is lighting up the entire front area.
“Do you love my sister?” The question is tense, and I can hear the uncertain anger in his voice.
I turn my head to look in his eyes. “She owns me, brother, fucking all of me. I would do anything for her.”
He’s quiet as he stares back at me. The punch is swift and unexpected.
I should have expected it.
Pain spiderwebs across my face from my nose, but I can tell he pulled the punch or my nose would be broken.
My head jerks back, I really wasn’t expecting it, and I wipe my fingers under my nose to see if it’s bleeding. Just a small amount of blood is on the tip of my fingers. He really did pull the punch.
I expected much worse, to be honest. I just wasn't looking forward to him beating the shit out of me when he found out I love her. Everyone knows sisters are off-limits.
“There is so much more where that came from. If you hurt her in any way, you'll be in my crosshairs without ever knowing it, then I’ll bury your body in the hills back there and tell them I don’t know where you are.” He points in the general direction of the hundreds of acres that is their backyard.
He means it. He’s an excellent marksman, too, so I know he would do it.
At least that’s over with. It could have gone much worse.
“You don’t have to worry about me hurting her. I’ll give her the fucking world if she wants it. I just have to convince her I’m worth it.”
Taken aback, he asks, “She doesn’t know?”
I bite down the laugh that wants to escape because one minute he’s punching me in the face and threatening to hide my body, and the next he’s asking casual questions.
“She’s skittish. I don’t want to scare her, so I’ve been slowly giving her little pieces.” I sure as fuck am not going to tell him I was kissing her on the porch last night, that her hard as rock nipples were pushing into my chest making my cock swell bigger than it ever has, and then I had to go take a shower to jack off. Twice.
It still didn’t help.
“She’s aware I have feelings, but I’ve assured her she’s in charge. You don’t give her enough credit, she won’t be pushed, she’s tough.”
He sighs and shakes his head with a chuckle. “She says the same thing all the time.”
“You should listen.”
Thinking on that for a few moments, he’s quiet before he nods. “Do you want help?” He points at the bike.
“You’re not going to try to talk me out of it?” I can feel my nose swelling and my voice sounds nasally.
He shakes his head. “No, but I’ll come with you if you want.”
The last thing I need is for him to try to temper the revenge that’s bubbling to the top. I can feel the pressure building inside me and I need to take care of it. My way.
I grab my helmet and swing my leg over the bike. “I think I need to do this myself, to let this out before it drives me crazy.” He knows what I mean. Mason saw me go ape shit on a child molester a couple of years ago. I don’t remember anything besides him slapping my face while three of our guys held me against the wall. The guy’s heart was cut out of his chest, lying next to him on the floor, and I had blood up to my elbow.
He nods. “You have your locator on? I’ll keep an eye out to make sure I don’t need to come get you.”
I pat my pocket over my chest. “I’m going after the DA first. I want his piece of shit son to wonder.”
