Ghost and Titan flank us. Protective. Claiming their space.
Jackal hasn’t moved from his position by the door. Just stands there. Staring.
“You good?” Titan asks him.
Jackal doesn’t respond. Just walks out.
“That’s not good,” Bonnie mutters.
“Give him time,” I say. “He’ll come around.”
But even as I say it, I’m not sure I believe it.
An hour later,I’m in my office going over repair estimates when Titan appears in the doorway.
“We got a problem,” he says.
“What kind of problem?”
“The Jackal kind. He wants to see all three of us. Now. Behind the garage.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.”
Ghost appears behind Titan. “Heard. Let’s go.”
We head outside. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the compound. The burned-out garage looms ahead.
Jackal stands behind it. Alone. Waiting.
And he’s holding a baseball bat.
“Fuck,” Titan mutters.
We approach slowly. Carefully.
Jackal watches us come. His face is stone. Cold. Furious.
“Jackal—” I start.
“Shut up.” His voice is deadly quiet. “You’re going to stand there and listen.”
We stop a few feet away. Give him space.
“My sister,” Jackal says. Each word clipped. Precise. “My nineteen-year-old sister. Is fucking all three of you.”
No one responds.
“And you—” He points the bat at me. “You married her. Made it legal. Then decided to share her with your brothers like she’s a toy you pass around.”
“It’s not like that,” I say.
“Then what’s it like?” The bat swings. Doesn’t hit anything. Just cuts through the air. “Explain to me how you married my sister and then let two other men put their hands on her.”
“She wanted—” Ghost starts.
“I don’t give a fuck what she wanted!” Jackal’s voice rises. “She’s nineteen! She doesn’t know what she wants! Shejust escaped being sold to a psychopath, and you three took advantage?—”
