In one stride, Kraven was in my face again, shoving me back.
My head wasn’t just spiraling; it was tossing and turning, barely keeping up with what was occurring. I was tired of all this bullshit and taking matters into my own hands.
Ready to fight for her.
For us.
No matter what,she was mine. Even if I had to prove it toherand my brother.
Man to man, we’d have it out.
Regardless of the outcome.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
JULIUS
“Getthe fuck out of my face, Kraven.”
“Or what?” he argued with his arms at his sides. “You’re going to hit me again? Then just do it! Hit me! Hit me as many times as you want, but that won’t change the truth!”
I snarled, “The truth of what?”
He shoved me, and since I expected it, I didn’t waver. It further incited the fury coursing through his veins because he didn't get the reaction he sought from me.
I was finished playing his games.
“I thought you were my brother!” I pushed him back.
“Kraven, please,” Isla intervened, and I hated the way his name rolled off her tongue.
“Kitty, stay out of it! This is between my brother and me!”
“Actually, this totally involves me!”
“Don’t call her that,” I warned, downright lethal and on edge. “This is how I find out about you two? Through a fucking surveillance camera!”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it! Don’t play the victim, Julius. It’s not your look.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. “That’s your role.”
“This is ridiculous,” Isla exclaimed, her voice breaking. “You both need to calm the hell down! Nothing is going to get worked out this way. Choosing violence never does!”
“You would know,” Kraven bit, eyeing her.
“Don’t talk to her like that.”
“Don’t worry, big brother,” he vindictively snapped. “She likes it rough. Not that I expect you to know.”
I swung and he ducked, ramming me into the brick wall behind me.
“You’re only pissed because I know her in ways you never will!”
“You pie?—”
“No,” he gritted out, locking his arm under my chin, holding me in place. “I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen.”
