His chin pulls up, eye contact intensifying. “I said watch where you’re fuckin’ walkin’. You almost kicked me.”
Is that what he meant?
My eyes darken on him, trying to read his intention, but I’m not getting a clear read.
“I’m sure it was an accident, Horace,” Ronnie says, grabbing my arm and pulling on me.
“Horace?” I echo.
“This is Horace, he works at the plant with me,” he explains.
He lives here? Didn’t fly in just to spot me?
Fuck, I’m losing it.
Horace walks away, rubbing his neck and muttering, as the guys fold in on me.
“The fuck was that about?” Wyatt asks.
“Just nerves,” I say, waving a hand.
“Something we should know?” Weston asks.
I shake my head, sucking on my teeth. “Nah.”
“So you just attack guys randomly then, is that a personality quirk of yours?” Ronnie asks.
“Thought he might’ve been someone else,” I say. “Clearly I was wrong. It was my bad.”
Wyatt levels a glare on me that could peel paint. Which Weston would probably hate.
“The fuck is going on?”
“Nothin’,” I say, eyeing the rest of the surroundings, making sure no one else is around. “I think.”
“You think?” Wyatt explodes forward, but Weston catches him.
“I thought you said you left that life behind?” the calmer brother asks.
“I did,” I defend. “Haven’t been a part of it in a decade. But I have…” I suck on my teeth and bounce my head around for a second, thinking. “Reason to believe it might have followed me here recently.”
All three men bark at me at once, it’s impossible to make out what each of them are saying, but their outrage is real fuckin’ clear.
“I know,” I say. “I’m workin’ on it, okay?”
“What does that even mean?” Weston asks, a look I’ve never seen on his face.
Mostly, it means I’m paranoid, ready to break a neck because someone looked at me. Or didn’t.
I don’t have a plan, is the truth. For the first time, I got comfortable.
I never thought they’d track me down here, and now I have no clue what to do.
But I can’t say that. So I say, “Trust me.”
“Answer me, and don’t you dare fucking lie,” Wyatt seethes. “Are any of us, or our women, our families, in danger?”
I think it over for a second, weighing all the possible outcomes.
