I turned back to Billy.
It was Friday night.
Everyone in this town knew that the Caines could generally be persuaded out to the parking lot for a little throw-down action.I was more than willing to clear the way for me and Billy to go outside.I'd been itching to beat the guy’s ass for a long damn time.
“Don’t do it, Billy,” Reagan warned.
“Fuck you,” he muttered.“I shoulda known you were fuckin’ him.Prob’ly been fuckin’ him the whole time we were together.”
Same shit, different day.Billy always took that route, no matter what.Truthfully, it was getting old.
“Ain’t that right?”Billy asked me directly.“You been lettin’ her hoover your dick while she was hooverin’ mine?”
No one said he was known for his social skills.
Before the dickhead could draw another breath, I was in his face, my fist in the asshole’s shirt as I lifted him off the ground.“What’d I tell you about talkin’ about her like that?”I dropped him to his feet.“Let’s take this outside.You and me.Once and for all.”
“Fuck you,” Billy spat.
“You get off talkin’ shit about a woman?That make you feel like a big boy?”I glared down at him, the rage building inside me.“Make you feel like your dick’s bigger’n it is?”
“You been thinkin’ ’bout my dick?”Billy countered with a grin that showed off yellowed teeth and the lip full of dip he was known to have.
What the fuck Reagan ever saw in him, I would never know.
“Y’all hear that?”Billy hollered, turning toward the other patrons filling the small bar.“Lynx Caine’s over here talkin’ ’bout my dick.Maybe he swings both ways like his cousin.”
I fought the urge to roll my eyes.“If I did, I can tell ya, I’d have better taste than that.”
Billy flipped me off.
Take a swing at my family, I would be the first to beat your ass.
Treat a woman with disrespect, I would be the first to pound you into the ground.
Raise your hand to a child or an animal, I would be the first to knock your front teeth out.
But talk shit to me … I could take it.I wasn’t as reactive as I'd been as a teenager.If Billy Watson wanted to prove his IQ was the same as his boot size by talking smack, I was more than happy to let him.
Waving him off, I strode back to my beer.“There’s a reason assholes don’t have mouths,” I said, making sure my voice was loud enough for Billy to hear.
When he took a lunge toward me, Reagan intervened, coming to stand between us.
And a second later, when Billy grabbed her arm and jerked her out of the way, I lost every single ounce of my sanity.
Reagan Trevino
“Touch her again and you’ll be shovin’ your toothbrush up your ass to brush your teeth,” Lynx snarled at Billy, his emerald-green eyes spitting fire.
Lynx Caine was the ultimate badass.
Well, at least by Embers Ridge standards anyway.
Then again, I was pretty damn sure that reputation would hold up anywhere he went.
But there was more to Lynx than most people realized.He’d proven that a minute ago when he’d walked away from my ex-boyfriend when he started trash-talking.Lynx could tolerate a lot of shit.He wasn’t the same hotheaded guy he’d been back in the day.
Oh, sure, there probably wasn’t a Friday night that passed when the man wasn’t involved in some sort of brawl.Guys liked to rile him up just to watch him lose his shit.However, they didn’t usually do it twice.
