“Let him go, Lynx.” Rhys’s deep voice rang with a command most men wouldn’t ignore.
I set Reagan on her feet with a soft warning for her to stay put.
Lynx released Billy with a shove that sent the other man sprawling in the dust and rock.
“I wanna press charges!” Billy yelled. “This asshole hit me.”
“Shut the fuck up, Billy,” I warned. “Provoke him a little more and he will fuckin’ hit you. And if he doesn’t, I will.”
To my surprise, Reagan didn’t run over to Billy. Again, I had no fucking clue what she saw in that asshole.
Lynx turned, his hard gaze slamming into Reagan. “He’s a fuckin’ loser, Reagan. You can do a helluva lot better than that.”
With that, Lynx turned and walked inside.
I decided to join him.
After all, the show was over. The sheriff was here.
Rhys
I stood in front of my truck, watching as the Caine cousins went inside, leaving Billy Watson’s ass sitting on the ground.
Had I known what I would find when I got here, I would’ve ignored the call and let Lynx take care of Billy.
Never having been one to hate anyone, I fucking hated Billy. Hated him with a passion. I wanted to kill the fucker for the way he treated my sister. The only thing stopping me was the fact that Billy wasn’t worth the prison sentence I would get.
Choosing to ignore Billy, I turned to my sister. “What the hell’s goin’ on, Reagan?”
“Nothin’,” she snapped, not looking at me.
“You better fuckin’ tell him that Lynx hit me, goddammit,” Billy barked. “I’m so fuckin’ tired of you defendin’ his ass.”
“Fuck you,” Reagan hissed, the words so soft I hardly heard her and I was standing right beside her.
“What did you say?” Billy launched to his feet.
Right before my eyes, something inside my sister snapped. Reagan’s back straightened as she watched Billy right his shirt before dusting his jeans off.
“I said fuck you.”
“You’re fuckin’ him, aren’t you?” Billy accused, grabbing his ball cap from the ground. “I always knew you were whorin’ around on me. And you wonder why I get pussy on the side. It’s because of this shit right here.”
Reagan’s face hardened, her brown eyes practically burning with fury. “I’ve never stepped out on you, Billy Watson. But I’m done. I’m so fuckin’ done.”
She spun around on her boot heel and headed over to her truck. When Billy started to follow, I grabbed him by the back of the shirt and yanked him back. “No you don’t.”
Billy jerked out of my grip. “Get your fuckin’ hands off me.”
I straightened as I looked the other man square in the eye. “Look here, you little piece of shit. I’ve tolerated you because, for whatever fuckin’ reason, my sister has put up with your shit. But don’t think I won’t haul your ass in.”
“For what?”
Unfortunately, I didn’t have a good reason. I couldn’t arrest the guy for being an asshole. If I could, Billy Watson would’ve been behind bars a long-ass time ago.
“Go home, Billy. And stay the fuck away from my sister.”
Billy’s chest puffed out, a sardonic smile tilting his mouth. “She’ll be back. She always comes back. She can’t live without me.”
