Page 16 of Heartless Sinner

I smirked.

Brooks pointed at the door. “Get the fuck out, Cory.”

Neither of us moved.

“Go!” Brooks roared.

Cory finally gave up and headed toward the door.

“Find another Fawn,” Brooks warned him as he started to pass.

“What if I want to be his Fawn?” I blurted without thinking.

Shit.

Why does my mouth insist on making my life harder?

Brooks slowly rolled his gum from one side of his mouth to the other. He kept his eyes on me as he stepped into Cory’s path.

“Move,” Cory demanded before shoving hard on Brooks’s chest.

Brooks snatched a bottle with a red DANGER warning label.

Oh no.

Then he went for Cory. He grabbed him by the shirt and drove him into the wall. Cory fought back, and they crashed into the shelves. Cleaning supplies went everywhere, and a mop nearly hit me in the head.

Do I help?

Do I run?

Do I just stay put?

Cory wasn’t small, but Brooks had him beat. He had more muscle and strength. And a lot more fucking crazy inside him.

Brooks pinned Cory against the wall and tipped the bottle toward his mouth. Liquid hit Cory’s cheek at the same time he slammed his elbow into Brooks’s ribs.

Brooks grunted but didn’t loosen his grip. Cory punched Brooks in the back of the head again, but Brooks barely reacted.

I squeezed past them.

Screw it. Let them kill each other.

I almost made it to the door when Brooks shoved Cory away and caught me around the waist. My back hit his hard chest. I dug my heels into the floor and fought him, but he didn’t budge.

He held me like I was a kid he was restraining during a temper tantrum. “My apologies, Cory.” He sounded anything but sorry. “I should show better respect for a fellow Son.”

Cory didn’t say a word, only looked down at the bottle in Brooks’s hand. My stare followed.

I gasped when I read the label. “What the fuck?”

The asshole was holding fucking rat poison, ready to pour it down anyone’s mouth, like he was auditioning to be the next Joe Goldberg.

Panic spread through me faster than the poison would’ve, and I jammed my elbow into Brooks’s stomach.

Again, nothing.

“But her?” Brooks sneered, tapping the edge of the bottle against my forehead. “I don’t owe her any respect.”