“I cut myself out of Tate’s family. But that land belonged to Grandpa—to Mom. It belongs to you and me, not him. You understood that once. But if you’re going to let him play you like a pawn, then I’m not going to let you desecrate it.”
“What are you going to do? Move back to Texas and work on the ranch again? You care so much about saving it and preserving Grandpa’s legacy, but you’re not here, Dean. I am.”
Dean doesn’t answer that question, and I’m curious myself. His life is in Vegas. Even if he does figure out a way to stop Kincaid and his stepfather from parceling the land, he’s not going to leave his club to be a rancher again. What does Dean intend to do with it?
“That’s what I thought.” Kincaid chuckles.
He lets Eden go and circles to my other side at the bar, nearly brushing my arm. Dean must notice because he shifts us to put himself between me and his brother.
“One little touch won’t erase all the shit I already did to her.” Kincaid grins, waving down the bartender. “Surprised it doesn’t bother you.”
“You know what bothers me, Kincaid? The stupid, smug grin on your fucking face. You should bow down to her for even giving you the time of day. For her putting up with your pathetic ass for as long as she did. You should be on your knees thanking her for the attention she gave you that you didn’t deserve.”
“Is that what you do, brother, get on your knees for her?”
“I do all sorts of things with her. Gotta make up for the disappointment you left her with.”
Kincaid’s cheeks turn red. Anger etches lines into his face. He tried getting under Dean’s skin, but he forgets who he’s dealing with. Dean might not like the fact that I’ve been with his brother, but he’s secure in who he is. He knows what he has to offer, and he knows that all I want is him.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Kincaid grits out, downing a shot.
“So I’ve been told. But this asshole is going to make sure you pay for your sins.”
“Like you’re one to judge. You’re no saint, brother. I’ve heard the rumors about what you’ve done for your club.”
Dean turns to face him, his voice dropping lower. “Then you really should have paid attention. Because blood or not doesn’t make a difference to me. You fucked with my girl. With Grandpa’s land. Unless you wise up, you’re gonna fucking pay for that, Kincaid.”
Kincaid’s teeth clench. His eyes narrow. Tension is so thick in the air I can feel it radiating off Dean.
Stepping forward, I wrap my hand on Dean’s arm, and Kincaid’s gaze drops to it.
“I should have known you’d always go back to him.” He glares at me.
“I should have known you were a cheating asshole who would never change.” I lift my chin. “Guess we both underestimated our opponents.”
Kincaid doesn’t break my gaze until Eden stops beside him, and he wraps his arm around her shoulders.
“Let’s go get a drink with someone who isn’t a waste of time.” Kincaid turns Eden away, but she makes sure to glare at me over her shoulder as they disappear across the bar.
I turn to Dean, gripping the front of his cut. “I’m surprised that ended without any broken bones.”
“You have no idea how badly I wanted to break every last one of them.”
“I have some idea.”
Dean glances at the side of the bar, where Kincaid’s friends, two off-duty cops, are watching us. “It’s not worth it. At least, not here. This isn’t Vegas, and even with Soul and Venom here, we don’t have the sway like we do there. Just a lot of guys waiting for me to fuck up. Kincaid will get what’s coming to him, but not tonight.”
I thought as much, too, which is why Harloe pulled Soul away, but seeing Dean be rational is surprising. And downright sexy.
“Wow.” I smile, lifting onto my toes to kiss his jaw. “Look at you thinking before acting. We’re going to have to change your road name if you keep this up.”
“Nuh-uh, princess.” He leans in to whisper in my ear, “I’m nothing but chaos as far as you’re concerned.”
“Is that so?” I hitch an eyebrow. “What exactly does Chaos want to do right now?”
He wets his lips, looking me over, pausing where my breasts swell at the deep V in my T-shirt. “Go into the bathroom and lose the panties, Willa.”
“Why?”
