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I took a deep breath because I knew they wouldn't be happy. "Bad news: no charges for Brad either."
"What the fuck do you mean? No charges against Brad? You have to be fuckin’ kidding me!" Conor yelled, then he turned and punched the bag hanging from the ceiling.
"Conor." I reached out for him, but Ryan grabbed my arm, pulling me back toward him. "Let's focus on the good news. Now we can move on. Brad is gone, and I highly doubt he'll ever try anything again after what I did to him."
"This is fucking bullshit!" Conor punched the bag one last time before storming off.
Chrissy took a step back, then said, "I got Conor. Kenna, are you all set to get home?"
Ryan jumped in. "She’s fine. I'm done for the day.” He looked over at Finn, and he nodded in agreement.
Looks like I just ended everyone’s day with this news.
Ryan walked over and grabbed his shirt hanging on the octagon. Before putting it over his head, he wiped the sweat off his face and chest with the towel that was beside his shirt.
I stood and watched. It was hard not to ‘watch’ Ryan.
He’s always beautiful to me. But standing there sweaty with no shirt and his tattoos on display makes him even more so.
I wasn’t sure it was ever possible for him to look better, but when he trained for a fight, oh, my god, he was just gorgeous, and he was mine. At least, I hoped he was. After everything that had happened, Ryan had been so distant and quiet. He started to treat me like I was some damsel.
I’m no damsel.The thought annoyed the shit out of me.I take care of myself.
I couldn't understand why Ryan and my brothers couldn't see that. I wasn't sure if they would ever see me as someone they didn't need to protect.
Ryan put an arm over my shoulder, drawing me out of my lust-fogged brain.
"You ready to go, Kenna?"
I turned and walked over to Finn, who immediately wrapped me in his big arms and kissed my head. Before I could pull away, he turned me away from Ryan, then leaned down to my height.
"Micky, I'm proud of you,” he whispered. “And I agree. I think you've seen the last of that asshole. You're badass. And don't let anyone tell you any different. You are your own protector, and I'm so proud of you, and I know Dad is also." With one last kiss to my head, Finn released me.
I wiped the tears that gathered in the corner of my eyes. Looking up at my brother, I whispered, "I love you!"
Ryan put a hand to the small of my back, gave Finn a pat on the shoulder, and then guided me out into the hot Florida air to his truck. As he opened the door for me, and I jumped into the passenger's seat.
Ryan stared right into my eyes. "Let's go home."
The ride back to Ryan's house was quiet. I didn't want to push Ryan about the distance I felt the past week. It was possible it was all in my head. I decided it was best if we took the time for the quiet. I pulled out my phone to contact Conor and Chrissy to ensure Conor was okay. But then, I saw that I already had a text from Chrissy.
Chrissy: I'm with Conor.
Chrissy: He isn't taking this whole thing with Brad and no charges well.
Chrissy: I'm going to stay with him until he calms down.
Chrissy: Are you all set?
I tapped out a quick reply to her.
Me: Thank you for being so good to Conor.
Me: Yes, I'm fine.
Me: Headed back to Ryan's with him
ME: They're done training for today.
