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All of us turn to Barrett since this is apparently, mostly, his fault. His, Thane, and Isaac Perry’s fault, as far as I can tell. “I’ll handle it tonight,” he assures us.
“Get the girl home, and then we can try and negotiate Jordan’s release. Isaac’s just being a prick, so you will help smooth shit over with his daughter. He knows folding the chapter isn’t an option,” Remy remarks.
“Do you need us to come with you? I’ll drag that little bitch home kicking and screaming if I have to,” Colt remarks.
“No, just let me go talk to her, okay? Go to the bar. Have a beer, and try to stay calm,” Barrett suggests.
Go to the bar and have a beer? Is he kidding?
“I’ll stay here to keep an eye on Jordan,” I offer.
“We can’t leave you here alone,” Remy tells him.
“He’s my prospect. It’s my job to make sure he’s okay.” And it’s my fault he got kidnapped from the garage while I was out.
“I’ll stay too,” Colt offers.
“No. Go home and be with Josie,” I urge him. “You know you want to be there with her.”
“Jordan said not to tell her,” Colt murmurs.
“Yeah, and he’s also a naïve kid,” Remy snorts. “You have to tell Josie, bro. If you keep this from her and something bad happens…”
“Fine,” Colt huffs as he runs his fingers through his hair to tug on a handful.
“Give me a few hours first,” Barrett says. “Let me try to convince Lyla to go home. Colt, you could go to the bar or just avoid Josie for two or three hours, right? Then you won’t have to lie to her or pretend everything is fine.”
“If I have to avoid her, then I’ll just stay here with RJ until we hear from you,” Colt grumbles.
“That’s a great plan,” Remy agrees. To Barrett, he says, “You better fucking handle this.”
“I will,” he says.
God, I hope he knows what he’s doing.
* * *
As soon as everyone leaves the parking lot, except for the two of us, Colt says, “He better be okay. If he’s not…”
“He will be,” I tell him, even though I’m starting to have my doubts.
Isaac, Thane, and those guys wouldn’t really hurt Jordan, would they? His ribs are already busted and bruised…
Thane said he touched him. Is he the asshole who put the bruises on him?
If he did, I will crushhisgoddamn ribs.
Fuck! I’m not sure if I’ve ever been this angry at anyone in my entire life.
I’m not used to this feeling. Usually I’m embarrassed, ashamed, belittled, but hardly ever angry.
And I had no idea this side of me would crave violence.
Mostly, I think I’m disappointed that Thane could do something so awful. In my head, he was this hot, inked-up, flirty guy, not a jackass who hurts people for no reason.
I definitely prefer the flirt to the monster. And dammit, I want to punch him in his smug fucking face and yell at him until my throat gets sore. Those two things won’t do any good for Jordan, but it might make me feel better.
“I’m going back inside,” I tell my brother.
