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Fuck, he was done with this. Brooklyn grabbed the first thing he could find, which was his phone, and threw it at Blaine. “Get the fuck out before I call the cops!”
“This is your last chance,” Blaine said with a menacing glare. “You can come home with me quietly, or I’ll break your fucking legs.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Brooklyn croaked, his throat sore and rough. “You can go to hell, you psycho bitch.”
Brooklyn fought to get away, but Blaine got a hand around his throat and shoved him up against the wall again.
“Get your hands off him.”
Brooklyn heard Kieran’s voice and felt Blaine’s hands loosen a tad. He gasped for breath as Kieran grabbed Blaine and slung him backward. His ex slid across the polished floor and slammed into the wall.
Brooklyn couldn’t believe how quickly the tables had turned. A moment ago he had been fighting off Blaine, and now Blaine was fighting off Kieran.
“Get the fuck out before I kill you,” Kieran growled.
Blaine scrambled to his feet and charged at Kieran, who sidestepped, and Blaine stumbled over the coffee table. Blaine scrambled back up, but Kieran got to him first. He grabbed Blaine by the shoulders and slammed him into the wall. Blaine spun sideways and lunged at Kieran, taking him to the floor. The sound of skin on skin and the smack of fists on flesh echoed in the apartment.
Brooklyn’s heart was in his throat. Kieran was going to kill him.
“No!” Brooklyn yanked at Kieran’s arm. “He’s not worth going to prison for.”
Kieran shot him a look before he seemed to realize what he was doing. He pushed himself off Blaine and got up. Blaine shoved to his feet and took a swing at Kieran, who ducked and returned a punch of his own.
Blaine’s head snapped to the side, and he stumbled backward. He pulled himself upright, not taking his eyes off Kieran. He lunged at Kieran again, but Kieran ducked Blaine’s fist and grabbed him by the collar, slamming him into the door.
Kieran wrapped a hand around Blaine’s throat. Blaine’s face was bright red from lack of oxygen. “Get out of here. If I ever see you again, I won’t hesitate to put you to ground.”
Blaine’s eyes were wide with fear. He didn’t wait a second to bolt out the door. Brooklyn collapsed on the couch, breathing hard. He covered his face with his hands and tried to calm himself down.
“How badly are you hurt?” Kieran knelt in front of him, tilting Brooklyn’s face from side to side.
“Just my throat, but I’ll recover. Thank you for kicking him out.”
“I came by to see if you wanted to go to dinner. I heard the shouting in the hallway. Who was that clown?”
“My ex, the one I told you about.” Brooklyn wiped a hand over his face. “He said he put a tracer on my phone. That’s how he found me.” Brooklyn got up and stomped as hard as he could on his phone, smashing the screen as tiny pieces of the phone flew across the floor. “Now he can’t track shit.”
After the night the wolf had shown interest in Brooklyn’s phone, he’d made sure to back everything up. He would get a new phone and retrieve his stuff from the cloud.
This time he would make sure to block Blaine. He would have done that sooner, but fuck, the thought only struck him now to do that.
“That was your ex?” Kieran grabbed the doorknob, but Brooklyn curled his hand around his mate’s wrist.
“Don’t go after him. After that ass-kicking, Blaine won’t come back.”
Kieran’s nostrils flared. “If he does, I’ll bury his body.”
Brooklyn shuddered. He was glad he hadn’t mentioned to his mate that Blaine threatened to break his legs. He didn’t want to give Kieran a reason to hunt Blaine down. Brooklyn moved closer, cupping Kieran’s cheeks in his palms. He rubbed his thumbs over Kieran’s bearded jaw. “Thank you for helping me take out the trash.”
Kieran smiled. “You’re very welcome.”
“Did you really come by because you wanted to have dinner with me?”
“I brought bagels from the café downstairs. I was coming to surprise you.”
Brooklyn pressed his forehead against Kieran’s. “I hate to break it to you, but bagels aren’t a dinner food.”
Kieran reached into the hallway and grabbed a large bag he’d obviously set aside before he’d burst into Brooklyn’s apartment. “Dinner can be anything you want it to be.”
