“As your boyfriend—his words, not mine—he wanted protection while he cleared shit up with Black Feral.”
My eyes fall closed.Stupid, stupid Brian.
“Our guy found out that your boy?—,”
“Not my boy,” I mumble, but Drew keeps on as if I didn’t speak.
“Owes Black Feral money for pounds of drugs he promised to sell.”
“Mother—,” West sets his mug down harshly, coffee spilling out on the counter.
“Interesting thing was, he asked if I’ve seen you since you moved back.”
Well, shit. Busted.
I still don’t give him my eyes.
“So,” Drew calmly puts his mug down. “Let’s try this again.”
Okay. Fuck this. I’m not a kid in trouble. I straighten my shoulders and look my big brother in the eye. “Ask.”
His expression shifts. Is that respect?
“MC brother found your Jeep, banged up, in a ditch on the road into Eden.”
Shit.
“Same brother informed me there was a clear struggle and gunfire.”
Double fuck.
“Found your tracks through the woods leading into town.
Triple dicks.
He glances at West. “I was on my way to get your help on this.”
“And found me here instead,” I conclude, giving up the ghost.
“Would you look at that?” His jaw tightens. “Were you planning on telling me?”
“Eventually.”
“And him? This part I haven’t figured out yet,” he tips his head toward West.
“I ran into town, and the bar lights were the only thing on. I didn’t know what I’d find. I just needed…”
“She needed rest. I told her we’d figure things out today. Form a plan,” West speaks up.
Drew glares at West. “I should’ve been your first call.”
“I demanded that he keep his mouth shut. This is my problem to dictate. Not his or yours.”
That’s when my brother’s well-kept temper explodes. He shoots out of his stool so hard, it topples over.
“Of course it’s my fucking problem! A rival MC attacks my sister? You know how fucked that is?”
“Of course, I do,” I yell, getting out of my chair. “Why do you think I didn’t tell you! I don’t want my brother killed over a war my fucking stalker ex started.”
