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I didn’t know him. Hell, I had no idea why his dog was killed in front of him either or why Tanner had been stabbed. He obviously knew people that wanted to harm him, or he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I had a feeling that he knew more than he let on. He didn’t give me a lot to go on, just that they had been attacked.
Before I got lost in Tanner’s stare, I rushed to the door. Checking the peephole, my stomach somersaulted. Cyrus and Sammy stood on the other side of it. They were going to rip me a new one for inviting a stranger into my home.
I unlocked the door and stepped outside before the twins could barge into the house.
“What’s wrong?” they asked at the same time.
“Nothing.” I gave them a smile for reassurance. “Why are you guys here a third time? Did you miss me that much?”
“What the hell is this?” Cyrus grabbed my hands, ignored my question, and turned them, palms up. They were covered in Tanner’s blood.
Shit.
“What happened?”
“I was doing the dishes and a glass broke,” I explained, surprised at myself at how easily the lie slid from my lips, and pulled my hand back.
“You’re lying.” Cyrus grabbed my hand again. “There’s no cut. Who the fuck’s blood is this?”
I pulled away. “Listen, thank you guys as always for stopping by and checking up on me but I’m perfectly fine. You can go now.” I went to head back inside when a heavy hand slapped the door closed.
“Who the fuck is here?” Cyrus growled, his large body looming over mine.
“You know, my daddy won’t be too happy if he finds out how much of an asshole you’re being right now,” I threatened.
Sammy chuckled, puffing on the smoke between his lips. “You can’t always use the daddy card, Bumble Bee.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop my heart from warming at the nickname our Uncle Catch had given me when I was a baby. It stuck and everyone started calling me it.
“Johnny.”
Except for Cyrus, who insisted on calling me by my middle name just to piss me off. But I could never complain, seeing as I was named after their parents who died before I was born.
“You can’t tell my parents,” I said, entering the house with the twins hot on my heels.
Tanner slid the hoodie up and over his head, covering his scarred torso. He was now sitting on the couch in the living room. He stiffened when he saw us coming toward him.
“What the ever loving fuck?” Sammy laughed. “This shit is unreal. Even for you.”
“Johnny,” Cyrus barked. “What the hell is going on? Why ishehere?”
“Your name’s Johnny?” Tanner sat back on the couch like he didn’t have two men trying to drill holes into the sides of his head.
“It’s Bee.” I glared at the twins. “Short for Beatrix.” I crossed my arms under my chest. “Tanner showed up and needed help. I was going to call 911 but he told me not to.”
“That’s because of who he is, who he knows, and the shit he’s done,” Cyrus said through clenched teeth.
“I don’t know what any of that means.” I lifted my hand when he went to speak again. “Listen, it doesn’t matter. He needs help. He was stabbed and I sewed him up as best I could, but he needs to go to a hospital.”
“I’m fine,” Tanner mumbled.
“Sure you are,” I threw at him.
“How the fuck did you get here and why would…” Sammy pointed his smoke at me. “You’re really in for it. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, sure.” I rolled my eyes. “My dad will yell a bit and then get over it. Cause remember, I am his baby girl and all.” I batted my eyelashes.
But the twins were having none of it.
