Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
"You done now?" I ask.
"Depends on how you answer my questions," he says, shaking out his fist.
"Ask," I growl.
"Are you fucking my sister?"
"Yes."
"Did you know she was my sister?"
"Yes."
"Motherfucker," Razor mutters under his breath.
"Did you plan on fucking telling me?"
"This week. I just didn't plan on running into Razor and Adalynn on our first dinner date."
"You're fucking my sister, and you hadn't even taken her on a proper date?"
"Jesus Christ," Xavier mutters to Colter.
"I said dinner date," I growl. "Not first date. I've spent damn near every waking minute with your sister since I met her. Our first date was to the Falls." I cut my eyes at Razor. "After your wives ambushed her and made her cry."
"You're the reason she missed dinner on Saturday."
"She was with me."
"At the club."
"In my apartment at the club."
"Jesus Christ," Xavier mutters again.
I narrow my eyes on him. "It's not a goddamn sex den. It's a fucking apartment. It's easier to stay there on weekends than it is to drive home, sleep for a couple of hours, and then turn right back around and go back to the club."
"This is all beside the point," Garrett says. "You took my baby sister to a sex club. You're sleeping with my baby sister."
"I'm marrying your baby sister!" I roar, my temper flaring. "Be pissed if you want. I can't change the way we met. I wouldn't even if I could. But don't fucking stand here and act like I committed some goddamn atrocity by ensuring that someone interested in the club had a safe introduction. And don't stand there and act like she's just some piece of ass when she's the reason my heart beats."
"What do you mean interested in the club?" Xavier asks.
"It doesn't matter." I brush off the question. I'll take her secrets to the grave before I spill them. "What matters is that she was safe while she was there because I made sure she was safe. And she'll continue to be safe anytime she steps through the doors because everyone in that club knows if they so much as look at her wrong, they'll never step foot through the doors again." I glare at Garrett. "You know me, Garrett. You've known me since we were eighteen years old. I would never do anything to put her in danger, and you know it. The only thing you're really pissed about is the fact that your baby sister is grown up and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it."
"I could hit you again. The first time didn't suck."
"Yeah, well, the first time is all you get before I hit back. And if I have to hit you, I'm going to be pissed because Gemma's going to be mad as hell at both of us."
"If you break her heart, they won't ever find your body," he says.
"If I break her heart and you don't hide the pieces of my rotting carcass where they won't ever be found, you don't deserve to call yourself her brother." I flick my gaze at her brothers-in-law. "Same goes for the three of you."
"Oh, I'll definitely hide the pieces." Razor rubs his hands together. "After I torture you so slowly you beg for death."
"Fair enough."
"What he said," Colter says.
"I'm with the sadist." Xavier points at Razor.
"Are we done here?"
"Yeah," Garrett sigh wearily. "We're done here."
"Are we good?"
"Hell no. You're fucking my sister," he growls. "I don't even like these assholes."
"Yeah, well, we've got bigger problems."
"What problems?"
"Your sisters."
He stares at me for a long moment and then laughs loudly. "Welcome to my life, motherfucker. They've been the biggest, most beautiful pains in my ass since my parents told me that we were adopting them. If they're stressing you out already, good. It's your turn."
"They're fighting."
"Give it five minutes," Xavier says, patting me on the back.
"Gemma's crying."
"Trust us. Five minutes." Colter holds up five fingers.
"She said they never fight."
All four men share a look before laughing loudly, clearly in on some joke that I don't about. I scowl at Garrett until he decides to clue me in.
"They always say they don't fight."
"Usually in the middle of a fight," Xavier mutters.
"And then they make up before they get into another fight."
"It's a sister thing." Razor shrugs. "Damn near every set of sisters on the planet does it. The best thing you can do is stay the hell out of it and let them sort it out."
I'm not entirely convinced they know what the fuck they're talking about. This one seems serious. Gemma cried most of the night, afraid she was going to lose her family. But her sisters are at my house right now, so maybe these four aren't total idiots.
Christ, I hope they're not. I can tolerate a lot. But watching the woman I love fall apart and being helpless to fix it is a special kind of torment. I'm supposed to be the one who protects her and keeps her safe. But this time, I can't. This time, she has to see that she was the one with the power to fix it all along.