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I jerk forward and slap away her hand that was reaching towards her phone. “Nope. Not a chance in hell. This is bad enough. I’m almost thirty, Demon-Doll! Much too old to play these games.”
“Nah. I think when it comes to matters of the heart, it’s okay to lean on the people around you to be cautious and protect yourself. Even if it does seem silly.” Her face softens as she looks at me and I glance away, eyes burning. “Besides, I want to know what their intentions are too. It’s fine if you all four went into this knowingly and without expectations, but now that I can tell you’re starting to actually feel something outside of the thrill, it’s time to take shit seriously. And I have absolutely no problem in using my vast wealth to make a few playboys disappear if they fuck with my sister.”
“Shit, it must be dusty in here or something. You should probably call housekeeping about that.” I sniff, pretending to find a layer of dust on her coffee table with a swipe of my finger.
“Whatever you say, Kat. Whatever you say.” She leans back, kicking her feet up on the table in question, barely missing smashing my hand in the process. “So…”
“So...” I copy her movements and we snuggle closer together on the couch.
“If you had to choose right now, who would it be?” I groan, leaning my head on her shoulder as she locks her hand in mine.
“I can’t. And that’s the hardest part, I think.”
“Like, gun to your head, you have to pick or I’ll shoot you.”
“Why is it suddenly you with the gun, you bitch? I always knew you had it out for me.” She lets out a giggle and I join her.
“Come on. Who would it be?”
I stare down at our intertwined hands in thought before sighing.
“All of them. I want them all.”
“Is that another one of your book tropes?” She asks, and I chuckle, nodding against her shoulder.
“Yeah. Why choose.”
Chapter 33
We’re off to see the wizard. The…scary, hulking, silent wizard that could probably crush me in one fist. The fun song in my head switches as I catch sight of the imposing form of the man I want to find first sitting silently at the bar in dining hall…what…forty-five in this giant ass resort.
That’s fine. This is fine.
It doesn’t matter how easily he could destroy me, he won’t. Not just because of the dozens of witnesses I casually make sure are sticking around, but because of Kat. She’s practically been my sis-in-law for my entire life. She’s family. And I can tell, even if she can’t, that he would never risk hurting her in any way.
Hypothesis aside, I’m only here to confirm it for her. She’s the one that needs it. I already know. Annabelle already knows. What was that she said about them looking at her like she hung the moon? It was a decent enough description of exactly what they do. She’s just too insecure to see it when it comes to these things.
No. Not insecure. What’s the word for it? Ah, fuck it. She just second guesses shit like this because of the track record in her decisions in men.
Now, I can’t stop her from choosing the wrong ones, but I can do my tiny part as protective brother. Right? Eh, whatever. No one can keep that woman from doing anything she puts her mind to. Just ask her parents, Roger and Evelyn, the ones who ended up moving from a modern day Hollywood mansion, to the country just so they weren’t walking on top of all the animals she kept rescuing and bringing home. I’m pretty sure the HOA actually bullied them into moving, but they would have done it anyway. Never ones to dampen the passions their daughters had.
They’re great parents, better than my nonexistent ones for sure. Pretty sure those bastards forgot I existed the day I turned eighteen. Ah well, I’m better off.
Now I’ve got a whole family at my back. And a sister to protect. In whatever way my heart deems necessary. Of course, by heart, I mean Annabelle. I’m not whipped, but I do know my baby has a cunning, sharp mind that’s great for situations like these. I’ll follow her lead because she knows what’s best.
Alright, maybe I am whipped.
I mean, I could be sunbathing at the beach, or getting my round two in the supply closet, but here I am…ready to go full blown inquisition on a few fuckheads that need a smack upside the head. Which I have absolutely no problem doing. I’m untouchable for one. But…I’ve also never hesitated to have Kat’s back before. Why should I now?
Just as I’m about to make it over to Emrys, someone steps in my line of sight. His stupid, charming smirk dying on his lips as quickly as the waitress he was pawing at scrambles out of his grip and runs from the room at the interruption. His face pales as he sees who almost ran straight into him, his entire frame jerking back as if to get as far away from me as he can.
Brody.
Well, I did say that I never hesitated to have Kat’s back before. Even if she never knew about it. And let’s also say that Annabelle and Kathryn’s parents are the only people in my life who didn’t hold my past against me. They had to know about the kid from the wrong side of the tracks who has no problem getting into a little trouble, yet they only ever saw me for me.
Let’s also say that Roger was less than subtle about exactly what he thought should happen to Brody after he broke Kat’s heart that last time. No words were exchanged, but I’m not blind. I saw what his face said when Kat was in hysterics and finally caved and told us all about what she had endured at Brody’s hands.
So maybe he never laid a physical finger on Kat. But that’s not the only form of abuse someone can dole out.
