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“He was being disrespectful toward Ava.” I gave him a warning look because his brother had been close to doing the same not that long ago as well.
He stilled but swore under his breath. He got the look. “Brian’s an asshole.”
“You’re considered an asshole as well.”
Race cursed. “Zeke. My God.”
Branston shot back. “Fuck you, Zeke. You were the king of assholes back then.”
“Hence, why I swung. I’m also loyal and in love with Ava—” I stopped because holy fuck. I blinked a few times, letting the surprise filter through me. I was in love with Ava. I—I’d never loved a chick before.
Both guys had quieted, watching me.
Race asked, quietly, “First time realizing?”
“Yeah.” I blinked some more and held out a hand. “Holy fuck. I think I have to sit down.”
Branston snorted, but the ambulance was turned in, lights all flashing. We watched as the paramedics rolled up, went over and checked on Mitchell, and it wasn’t long before he was put on their stretcher and they loaded him up into the wagon. One of the paramedics came over, grimacing. “He’s going to have a concussion. You got his teeth, so there’ll be dental work.” He gave me a pitying look. “He’s talking lawyers already. Sorry, man.” He gave a small wave to us. Race lifted his chin in a salute, but Branston was looking my way.
“We’ll need to arrest you.”
I gave him a look, still dazed from my realization. “The world is brighter. Is that normal? Maybe I’m in shock too.”
Race wheezed out a laugh before coughing, covering it up. A couple of Mitchell’s teammates came over. One was scowling. “That was a very stupid—”
I growled. “Get lost, Ditterson. He was talking dirty about my woman. And if you think I’m not going to fight him because of that, you’re a moron.”
He stopped talking. The guy next to him drew up as tall as he could. He tugged at his shirt. “What—uh—what do you mean by that?”
I wasn’t caring that I was in the presence of two cops as I swung my gaze now his way. I fixed both with looks of frustration. “If you think I grew up in Fallen Crest, in the belly of the white-collar crime part of it, that I didn’t take note of every dirty thing you all have done over the years? And that I didn’t keep it put away in a nice folder somewhere, then you deserve what I’m going to let loose on Mitchell. My father was on the board of Kade Enterprises. He used to golf with you dirtbags. He ain’t stupid. Neither am I.”
“How would you know—” He shut up, remembering who else was standing beside me, wearing badges.
“Because I’m good with numbers, stocks, and computers. And no one knows that about me, except Blaise.”
Race looked my way.
Branston pulled out his cuffs and held them up in the air. “Do us a favor and walk away?”
They snapped their attention to him. One snipped, “You just remember to do your job. You work for us, you know.”
Branston’s tone was tight. “We’ll do our jobs.” They walked off, and he swung to stand in front of me, blocking their view.
“You’re going to put cuffs on me?”
His eyes were flat. “Fuck no, but those pieces of shits have to think I am.”
“Hey.” My teammate hurried over, holding out the card that I gave him. “I got a hold of your lawyer.”
“Yeah?”
“I told him what you said, and he said it’s no problem. Anything for Ava or Nate’s adopted son.”
I laughed.
My teammate frowned, confused.
“Is he flying in?”
