Page 38 of Bad Blood Wolf

Chapter 14

Jasmin stared after Brody as he drove away, watching his taillights disappear into the darkness.

Fuck caring. Fuck boyfriends. Fuck relationships.

She should have just stuck with getting naked.

Because this was what happened. You opened up to them, and then they went off about their man-business and told you it was none of your affair.

It hurt. It had only been three days, and already it hurt. She fucking hated that it hurt.

She’d fought beside him, stitched his wounds, made love to him. Gone on a fucking date with him. Let him convince her to crack the door to her heart open a tiny bit.

And this was what she got. Men were assholes. All of them.

The door to the cabin creaked, and Flynn came out to stand beside her.

“Fucker took off, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Is he coming back?”

“Not sure.” She paused. “Not sure if I want him to. Men suck.”

She didn’t bother to add ‘present company excepted,’ but Flynn just gave a little snort. “No argument there.”

He paused. “Want me to kick his ass?”

She gave him a sideways look. Flynn protected the crew, but he usually let her fight her own battles. This offer had a big-brotherly tone to it that made her feel a little bit better inside.

“Thanks for the thought, but I can do it myself.”

He nodded. “Some guys need a good jag-slapping to set them straight.”

Damn right.

He waited a beat, settling on the wooden railing. Then he asked, “If you do decide to let his sorry ass hang around, is this ‘duty’ that’s calling him one of those things I should know about?”

Considering his warning to her yesterday, it was a pretty mild question, and one he deserved an answer to. Flynn wasn’t big on the law, so if Brody was into something illegal, it wasn’t necessarily a deal breaker. Not for Flynn, anyway—Jasmin wasn’t so sure. But as alpha, Flynn needed to know if there was any potential threat to the crew—from criminals, from police, or from Council Enforcers.

Jasmin growled in frustration. “I wish I knew,” she said. “He didn’t see fit to confide in me about what he’s doing. Asshole.”

“But I’m thinking you know where he’s going.”

It wasn’t a question. Both of them had been through enough that they didn’t take much on trust. Flynn figured she’d looked at Brody’s messages. Hell, she was surprised Flynn hadn’t found a way to do it too.

“Yep.”

Flynn nodded. “Good. Then I won’t be forced to tell you I checked his phone while he was in the crapper and read the address.”

Never mind. Of course he had. Ever paranoid, ever sneaky. If Jasmin hadn’t been so pissed off, she would have laughed.

“So, I’m going to go check out a potential threat to my crew,” Flynn said. “Want to tag along? We’ll bring Sloan and Xander, and make it a party.”

Jasmin cocked her head. “Will there be guns?”

“Hell yeah.”