She squares me good with a right hook I don’t see coming. I turn my head to face her, ’cause she damn near knocked it right off, and she hooks me with her left, making me stumble back.
“What the hell, Milly?” I look up and see another damn suit, but this time he’s holding her back. Another brother, no doubt.
“You no-good goddamn bastard.” She kicks at the big guy, but he holds tight.
Another car pulls in, another damn SUV, and I’m sure I know who it belongs to, as it parks right beside my truck. Atleast this one has Ollie hopping out of it. I give the kid a chin lift, but movement catches my eye at the last minute as Milly comes running at me again. Not sure if her brother let her go or if she’s just that good at getting out of a hold. Chick has been through hell before, so who the hell knows. When she goes to swing at me, I grab her hand this time.
“Stop. Just fucking stop that. What the hell is wrong with you?” I throw her hand back, pushing her back a step or two.
“I’ll stop when you stop being stupid.” She swings at me again, and I step back in time to only get nicked on the shoulder.
“Jesus. What the hell has gotten into you?”
“That was for going after Ivan.” She fakes left and then nails me in the stomach.
I swear I’m better than this, but I’m so confused and a tad bit against smacking her back—unless it’s on her ass—that I’m gettingmyass handed to me by a girl I went to war for.
“And that was for getting hurt.”
This chick is certifiable.“Oh yeah, and what the hell do I get for killing the son of a bitch?” I’m so done with this bullshit. I just wanted a warm welcoming. Is that too much to ask for?Fucking world is against me.
She stops coming after me and squints her eyes, questioning me. “You killed him?”
I run my hand through my hair and then curse, as it’s bandaged. “Yeah, and I sure as hell expected a little more than this for gratitude.”
“If it’s gratitude you want, look for it somewhere else, ’cause all you’re getting is this.”
“This?” I look at her with shock that she expects me to appreciate getting smacked around.
“Yeah, this.” She leans in and kisses the fuck out of me, biting my lip as she goes.
I pin her to me and don’t give a fuck who’s watching as I take everything she gives me. She’s a fucking firecracker, and I love it. Love every damn thing about it. Fighting with her is one of the best damn things I have ever done, and my dick agrees, as it’s a raging hard-on.
Fucker is crazy in the head, just like me.
When we pull apart, she nips at my lips once more, and I just keep her locked in close as I rest my forehead on hers. “Damn. Might have to piss you off more often.”
She picks at my shirt, looking at it before looking at me. “I’m playing nice because my brothers are watching, and if I don’t, they’ll kill your ass. And if anyone is going to punish you, it’s going to be me.”
I huff at that before pulling her in for one more kiss that ends when Ollie speaks.
“Can we go home now?”
Home.
What a novel concept. A month ago, home was a place I considered my solitude, my sanctuary. But now? At the mention of it from the kid, being alone is the last thing I want. Having someone else there sounds damn nice.
Chapter 28—Milly
Surprisingly, getting out of the Hounds’ compound and over to Bass’s place was easier than I expected, considering most of my brothers were there. But for once, they didn’t interfere when it came to a man and me. While Vinny has no issues with me making my own mistakes, none of them are good when the mistakes might deal with a boy inserting his dick into their baby sister. That’s where they draw the line. I’ve gotten pussy-blocked by them more times than Ollie can count. And my kid’s damn good with numbers. But with Bass? They just let me hop in his truck and take off without a second look.
I haven’t been back to his house since going into the hospital. Everything is still as it was, but you can tell someone came in and freshened the place up, just like when we came here for the first time.
It was already pretty late, so putting Ollie to bed was the natural thing to do. We’d been finishing up dinner at my brother’s place when Vinny strolled in, telling us how Tommy was doing. That was the first time they even let me know he was back. Since Danny got the call the other day, I’ve had no news about anything. I badgered everyone for anything they’d give me, but every damn person was tight-lipped. If Tommy was back, then the rest of them would be back too.
Since I knew I wouldn’t be given permission or get any answers, I took matters into my own hands and ran out the door to Bass’s truck. Ollie was hot on my heels, and I heardhim demanding they go after me. Which explains why they followed. If Ollie hadn’t insisted, I doubt they would have. Hell, the kid even said it was the favor that Vinny owed him, but we all know that Vinny isn’t going to let such a giant debt be paid by something as trivial as giving Ollie a ride.
I remember honking to get the gate open sooner, but then I saw him. And the bandage on his hand? I had no clue what happened to him, but he looked like hell. Didn’t even look like he’d showered since whatever went down. All I know is that seeing him hurt pissed me off so much that I barely knew what I was saying or doing. Hitting him seemed like the best way to get my feelings out. It’s what I’ve been doing for the past three years, after all—hitting the thing that caused me pain. And seeing Bass hurt? That wasn’t something I was prepared to deal with. I knew it was a possibility, especially since Danny said there were complications. Even then, my head and heart weren’t prepared to see it.
