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I’m nowhere close to done.
I’m on him in a second, seeing pure red, snarling as my monster bursts free. I sit astride him, holding him by the collar, punching him in the face over and over until I feel arms grabbing mine and yanking me off the bloodied little shit screaming on the floor.
“You should probably get an attorney.”
I raise a sharp brow at my brother through the bars of the holding cell. Alistair grins a little.
“That was supposed to be a joke.”
“Yeah? I don’t hear laughter.”
“My comedy is often sorely misunderstood?—”
“Could we please focus on the issue at hand?”
Alistair smiles wryly and clears his throat, nodding.
“You want to get down to brass tacks? Fine. Gabriel, you beat the shit out of a Governor.”
“Yeah, I know. I was there.”
“Yeah?” Alistair growls. “Were you also there the day they covered eighteen US code section one-eleven in law school? Assaulting a government employee is a fucking felony, dipshit.”
My jaw grinds. He’s not wrong.
But there’s a reason I’m not in police custody and am just sitting in a holding cell of the security department in the basement of the Governor’s offices. And Alistair and I both know it.
My threat to Preston hit harder than he wants to admit.
“You know why you’re down here, right?”
I nod. “Because he’s got twenty-four hours to hold me before either releasing me or filing an official assault charge.”
“Bingo. So whatever the fuck you said to him?—”
“It’s about Fumi,” I say quietly.
My brother is quiet for a moment. His chin tips up and down slowly. “Look, I know you like to keep your personal life quiet. But…”
“Alistair—”
“She matters to you,” he growls. “I’m not blind, Gabriel. Or stupid. She’s not just a prop anymore, is she.”
I look away. My head shakes slowly. “No, she’s not.”
She’s the equal I never, ever expected to find.
“You obviously don’t have to tell me, Gabriel, but it’ll help me help you if I know what prompted?—”
“A decade ago, she worked on that fucker’s first gubernatorial campaign. He reeled her in, drugged her…”
A fury almost matching the rage in my chest sparks in Alistair’s eyes.
“He assaulted her, Alistair.”
“Motherfucker,” he snarls. His lip twitches. “Shoulda kept hitting him.”
“I should have killed him,” I mutter.
