“No.” She whirled on me. “It’s my brother, I’ll handle it.” She pushed me back to get to Luther. This time, he shut up. “Give me your keys. Now.” Mercy shoved her hand into his jacket pocket.
“Hey!”
She slapped his hand away and dug into his jacket again, coming out with a flask. “And this.”
“That’s mine.”
“And now it’s Gigi’s for the night.” She tossed it to the girlfriend. “Move!”
Luther wiped blood from his lip. Cam’s uppercut was damn sneaky. “C’mon, Mercy. I’ll go sit down.”
“Too little, too late.” She glanced at me. “I’m sorry for my brother.”
“Don’t go apologizing to your new boyfriend for me.”
“Someone has to.” She grabbed his arm and shoved him forward.
He lost his balance and crashed into Cam. “Watch it.”
Cam righted him, then stood back.
Mercy’s eyes fired hot like the center of a flame. “I’ll be back after I drop him. I still have to figure out my truck.”
“I got it. Don’t worry about it.” Annoyed, I dabbed at my lip.
She shook her head. “It’s not your responsibility.”
“You don’t need to do it all alone.” I dropped my voice so no one could hear but the two of us. “Let me help.”
She huffed out a growl. “Ripley.”
“Don’t growl at me like that without backing it up, darlin’.”
The anger burning in her eyes flickered into something else for a second before she banked it.
I gentled my voice. “I’ll take care of your truck. Just get him home.”
Her gaze dipped to the floor. “Thanks.”
I tipped her chin back up. “Text me when you’ve got him settled. I’ll come get you.”
She shook her head. “You’ve got your family?—”
I kissed her firmly. “Text me.”
Her eyes were wide as they darted around, but then she finally nodded.
I glanced over at Luther with his mutinous scowl. “Give her any more trouble and it’ll be more than your lip that’s bloodied, Lu.”
“Fuck you, Murdock.”
But the heat had burned off and now he was sagging with the amount of alcohol running through his veins. Gigi had her arm around his lower back, leading him away.
I didn’t want to let Mercy handle it alone, but I knew how touchy family could be.
Her brother was a prick, but he was deferential enough to Mercy that I wasn’t worried he’d get physical with her at least.
I turned to my brother. “How’s the jaw?”
