“Get out.”
“Sure, I’ll leave.” Grabbing my medical bag, I stood and walked toward the door. “And when she rushes into the line of fire and starts to bleed out because she didn’t trust you enough to wait—” I turned the door handle. “Remember this conversation.”
I walked out the door, letting it slam shut behind me. The wind whipped around me, throwing snow in my hair. My breaths came in puffs as I continued walking. There was the sound of the door opening and closing again as I made it to the end of the driveway.
“Wait!” Cole hollered above the wind.
The corner of my lips turned up as I returned to the house.
38
POOR BASTARD WAS A BREEDING MUTT
December 25th
Scott’s body jerked in his sleep, a nightmare taking its course. I pulled him tightly against me, letting my warmth be the shield he’d need to fight out the memories. Wehadn’t gotten a chance to properly talk about everything he faced while imprisoned.
I heard the front door open, and the soft clink of keys, and I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand; it was just barely five in the morning. Scott’s body loosened as he overcame the dream, his eyebrows no longer scrunched in a pained manner. Taking that moment, I slipped from the bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and making my way out to the brothers.
“You look like shit,” I cleared my throat, and they looked up from their cups of coffee.
“Say that again when you don’t have a black eye of your own.” Kade bit back, and a throaty laugh surged up my throat.
“Point taken,” I murmured, grabbing the pot of coffee and pouring myself one.
“How is he?” James asked, settling on one of the barstools.
“Asleep, for now.” I mused, taking a sip and cupping my hands around the mug.
“You know Dad’s going to be pissed we didn’t bring Shaw in right?” James spoke over his coffee; he didn’t bother calling Brian by his name around me. We were practically all family already, and it made no sense for him to say his name when this wasn’t a formal meeting. My mind latched onto the detail like the words that Brian tried to tell me before he sent me away.
Kade was eyeing my appearance with skepticism forming in his eyes, and a knowing smirk crossed his lips. I didn’t meet his eyes; I wouldn’t be pressured into admitting whether I had sex or not.
“Doesn’t matter, he’ll pop up soon enough. That was the last base of operations and we blew it sky high. If you ask me we were doing the DiSantos a favor.” Kade shrugged.
“Weather has grounded all flights anyways, so we are stuck here for a few more days until the storm clears.” James added.
“He’s wounded, he’ll be laying low somewhere as the storm passes.” I took a sip of my coffee, letting it warm the chill in my bones.
“We found these when we scouted the place,” James set a set of syringes down in front of me. I looked them over with a curious eye.
“Dick injections, we think they were trying to breed him to stay relevant.” Kade chimed in as I read the medicine label.
“Poor bastard, no wonder this place and you look like a tornado hit,” James said as he started to pick up glass from a picture frame we’d smashed in. As I remembered, my dick pulsed, and I coughed.
“You got any extra clothes he can have? He’s closer to your size than mine.” I asked as he swept the glass into the dustpan.
“Yeah I’ll get him some clothes.”
Kade slipped behind him and then hollered, “We are definitely not getting a deposit back for the rent.”
The door to my bedroom opened a moment later, and Scott stood there in a sleepy haze. Most of the bruises we’d given each other started to form, and I kind of felt bad for hitting him so much.
He excused himself past the brothers and sat next to me. The two of them watched us, and I rolled my eyes, grabbing Scott’s chin and kissing him long enough for his fist to shove against my chest and a sound of protest to make its way from his throat.
“I knew it.” Kade uttered like some kid winning the victory shot, and James shoved an elbow in his gut. I didn’t pay attention to the rest of what they were whispering about as I turned my attention towards Scott.
“You hungry?” I asked as I watched the flush creep up into his cheeks again.
