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"What the fuck is going on?” Conor asked. “Are you fucking my sister, asshole?"
"Wow, dude." Not appreciating his tone, I rose from the seat beside Kenna.
“Don’t.” Kenna grabbed my arm to keep me put.
Conor's eyes bouncing from Kenna's hand on my arm to my face.
"Motherfucker!" Conor roared, then he did exactly what I thought he would do—he lunged at me and got a clear shot to my face.
I stood tall, taking the punch, then placed a hand on Kenna, letting her know it was all right. Before I could say anything, Finn grabbed a hold of Conor, who was squaring up to hit me a second time.
Conor was now starting to draw the attention of some nurses.
"Back the fuck away from my sister!” he snapped at me. “I don't know what's going on here, but it better not be what I'm thinking."
Finn yanked Conor back some more, uttering words only they could hear.
Conor snapped some more, but this time in Finn's direction. "How the fuck are you okay with this? This is fucking bullshit. Ryan, you know this isn't okay. This isn't acceptable." Now looking at his sister, he calmed his voice and went on, "Micky, you know this isn't happening ever. You're coming home with Finn and me. Understand?"
Kenna, who was still holding my arm with her bruises and tears in her eyes, turned her full attention to her brother.
"No." She spoke one simple word, but it held so much authority.
My girl was holding her ground. She wasn’t going to allow her brother to dictate what she could and couldn’t do.
Before I could even get a word out, Finn jumped in again, still holding Conor's arms. "Conor, we're going to leave here right now and go get Micky what she needs. We’ll deal with the rest some another time. This isn't the place and definitely not the time." Looking over at me and Kenna with a lift of his chin, he said, "Micky, we'll drop by Ryan's with some of your stuff. Is there anything you can think of that you need?"
My eyes never left Conor's.
“Finn, just grab anything,” she said. “I’ll make do with whatever until I can go back.”
“You’re not going back there,” Conor and I said simultaneously.
"At least you two can agree on something.” Finn chuckled. “Shit, let's go, Conor, now."
Conor yanked his arm away from Finn and turned to exit the door. He looked over his shoulder.
"I'm putting an end to all of this shit," Conor said, then he was gone.
Finn lifted his sympathetic gaze to us both. "I got him, Ry. You take care of Kenna, and we'll be at your place as soon as we can."
With that, he left quickly to catch up with Conor. We all knew Conor wasn’t in a good place and would most likely do something he shouldn't.
With Conor and Finn gone, I redirected my attention to the one who needed it the most. I turned to Kenna and placed a hand on her cheek.
"Are you okay, Baby?"
Kenna leaned into my hand, grabbed my other hand, and pulled me down to her. I was now only inches from her face. She touched my cheek.
"I love you, Ryan," she whispered.
That's all it took. I brought my lips softly to hers, trying to avoid the injured side. The kiss was short and soft. When I pulled away, I gazed into her eyes.
"I love you too, Baby."
Kenna leaned forward, lightly pressing her forehead to mine. The uninjured side of her mouth lifted into a smile, then as fast as it appeared, the smile was gone, replaced by a deep-seated look of anger, fear, and determination.
"I fought back.” Her voice cracked. “He was going to kill me, Ryan.”
