Oh.
Oh.
This just got interesting.
Jag’s expression doesn’t change.He closes the distance, ignoring the gun she still aims at his chest.
“Go back to California, Dove.”His tone is bored.“This isn’t your scene.”
“I have nothing to return to.”Her grip on the rifle trembles, her entire frame shaking.“You took him from me.”
“He’s a grown-ass man, capable of making his own choices.”
Her lip quivers, and for the first time, her finger falters on the trigger.
Whatever this is, it’s gutting her from the inside out.
“Look, I don’t know whoheis.”I edge forward, prepared to disarm her.“But maybe shooting people isn’t the best way to work through this?”
Jag lets out a humorless laugh.“Stay out of this, kid.”
“Not a kid.”I scowl.“Just the poor bastard who stumbled in on your public therapy session.Feel free to keep unraveling, though.Especially if it leads to a public hate-fuck.”
Dove chokes.“We’re not—”
“I can be persuaded.”A mean smile tugs at Jag’s mouth.“Now that you’re single again…”
“Go to hell!”she shouts.
His features harden, and a beat of silence stretches between them, stiff and suffocating.I can’t decide if he wants to kick her out or rip off her gown.
“Stop looking at me like that.”She lifts the gun higher.
“Like this?”His gaze lowers down her body, giving her the same perusal he gave me.
“Stop,” she spits.“You’re my brother.”
My eyebrows shoot up.
Wait.
What?
“And I thought my family was fucked up.”I blink.
“Stepbrother.”Jag’s amber-gold eyes aren’t warm like honey or whiskey.They’re cold and threatening, like a predator watching from the tree line, deciding whether to pounce.
“We grew up together, you sick fuck.”She lowers the gun, her shoulders collapsing as whatever this is sinks into her bones.“You were my guardian.”
I hover at her side, completely enthralled, waiting to see if they’ll unpack their shit or let it simmer.
“So that’s it?”She flings out a hand.“You passed me off like I’m someone else’s problem.Didn’t even have the decency to tell me yourself.”
Jag says nothing.
She nods as if expecting that.“Gavin decided an hour before our wedding to tell me he was in love with you.Imagine my surprise when he said your name.I didn’t even know he knew you!”Betrayal blotches her pretty face.“Did you pay him to marry me?Tell me the truth.”
My brain spins to keep up.Gavin?The fiancé?In love with Jag?I glance between them, searching for clarification.This is some toxic, kinky family drama, and I’m here for it.
