“I’ve got to handle this,” he said, heading back toward his brother’s room.
Well, this wasn’t going to go well.
In bed, Callen was heavily drunk. There was an empty bottle of Jack on the floor, and someone had likely been force-fed it.
He knew Kaya, and her only goal in life was to trap one of them.
If it couldn’t be him, it would be Callen.
If it couldn’t be Callen, it would be Wyler.
She’d try to fuck Timothy if she wasn’t batshit insane scared of the Shaman, and how he could get her kicked off of the reservation.
Why wasn’t he shocked?
Since he wasn’t letting a woman into his lap, his brother was going to be the target.
Not on his watch.
He and Callen had been to this dance before, and it caused a plentitude of issues. There wasNO WAYhe was letting that skank get her claws in him.
“EJ,” Callen slurred.
Gene followed his man and stood in the doorway. Callen’s pants were off, as was his shirt, and his dick was wet.
“What are y-y-you doing here?” Callen asked, his head rolling back and forth from being shitfaced drunk.
Ethan took in the scene.
Someone needed to puke.
ASAP.
Oh, and for once, it wasn’t him.
That was a nice change of pace, and he would have been amused if this wasn’t a dangerous game Callen was playing with his sperm and his life.
Seeing his brother like this didn’t make him happy. The idea that Kaya would prey on him, and ruin his life…
Well, that had to end.
Here.
And.
Now.
There was no doubt she would have let him die of alcohol poisoning just to get his sperm. She was foul like that.
They might be in a bad place, but Ethan wanted more for Callen than that piece of trash. She’d suck his soul out and destroy him. She’d get a kid by him, and make sure Callen paid for the rest of his life—as short as it would be.
He had a few regrets in his life, and one was that Ethan had ever tangled with this harpy. Because he opened the door, she did maximum damage to their family.
There were women that men looked for to just bang.
Then, there were women men sought out to marry.
Oh, and Kaya was the first one.
