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CHAPTERSIXTEEN
RIFF
Idon’t know if I should be going with her to this shit, but I’m trying to do the right thing. To be supportive. Brent Pratt is going to lose his fucking mind. I brought my piece just in case he completely loses his cool and tries to kill me.
Tanner unfolds from the front seat of the car, then makes her way toward me. I haven’t talked to her about the fact that she quit the school she wanted to be in, the career that she wanted, for something that is clearly her brother’s choice.
I plan on talking to her about this, but I suppose I need to handle one thing at a time, and this is the most important thing at the moment.
Looking back at me, she gives me a sad little smile as she reaches for the handle of the front door. She starts to push it, but it flies open, and Tanner falls forward slightly. I reach out and wrap my hands around her waist to keep her from falling down on her face.
Brent doesn’t even notice, or if he does, he doesn’t give a flying fuck. His eyes are focused on me, and they are spitting fucking pissed off. There are a few different ways that I could go about this, unfortunately, I’m not mature enough to take the route that I should.
“What’s up, brother?” I ask.
“Brother?” he growls. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Tanner lifts her hands, her palms facing him. “Brent, let’s just go inside and talk about this.”
Brent ignores her completely. His gaze focused on me and only me. She doesn’t exist right now. His anger is saved solely for me and nobody else. This is good. Maybe if I keep him pissed at me the whole time, he’ll forget to be angry with Tanner.
“Tell me what the fuck you’re doing here with your hands on my sister. I don’t know who the fuck you are, but I knowwhatthe fuck you are, and I want to know what thefuckis happening here.”
“Brent, don’t be mad,” the pretty girl behind him calls out.
I don’t know where she came from, it doesn’t matter, except she looks nervous as shit. Brent shakes his head a couple of times, his eyes never leaving mine. He shakes his head once more, his gaze focused on mine, his attention nowhere else, but on me. I smirk, shrugging a shoulder.
“Your sister is coming back with me,” I announce. Brent’s brows rise, then the color drains from his face as I continue. “She’s having my baby, and she’s coming with me.”
The silence is deafening around us. He looks like he’s about to pass out. The girl calls out his name, but he doesn’t say anything. That is, until his entire body jolts. He runs toward me, his fist is drawn back and I know he’s about to punch me—or at least he’s going to try to punch me.
“You better just stop the fuck right there,” I call out.
He doesn’t stop. Maybe he thinks that he’s some big badass. A cop, a big badass. At least that’s what he’s telling himself, but I could bury this fuck in three punches. Lifting my hand just as he extends his, I wrap my entire palm around his fist and twist his arm around, spinning his body around and pressing his hand against the small of his back.
“My sister is too fucking good for you,” he hisses.
“Yeah, I know.”
“She’s too young, too sweet, and just too goddamn fucking good for you. You’re nothing but fucking trash,” he shouts as the two girls cry out.
Releasing his hand, I push him forward and watch as he stumbles a few times. He spins around, his gaze focused on mine. His face is no longer white, but now it’s bright fucking red. It’s almost purple, and it looks like it’s about to explode from his shoulders.
“You think I don’t know that shit?” I ask. “Doesn’t make her being knocked up with my kid any less true. Also, doesn’t make the fact that I’m keeping her any less true.”
Brent shakes his head. “I fucking refuse,” he announces. He turns his head slightly, shouting over his shoulder. “Go inside, Tanner. Lock yourself in your bedroom. This loser will be gone soon.”
“Your sister is over the age of eighteen. She can do whatever the fuck she wants. She’s mine. You got a problem with that, that’s on you.”
The other girl appears, inching toward us before she stops just a few feet away from us. As if she’s trying to approach a couple of wild animals. She’s not wrong with her approach. I know that Brent is about to lose his fucking shit.
I’m almost impressed at how much control he has. I’m not sure that I would be able to hold myself together as much as him in this situation.
“She’s not yours. She doesn’t know you, and I refuse to let my sister be involved with some piece-of-shit derelict. You’ll be in goddamn prison soon enough and then my sister will be free of you.”
I snort. “You’re pretty fucking confident in that shit. What do you think you have, huh?”
His lips curve up into a grin and he shakes his head slowly. “Doesn’t matter. But you arenottaking Tanner with you.”
