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Hell, Scribe alone was a drama demilitarized zone.
Fucker couldn’t blink without creating havoc wherever he went.
Nope. My life was exactly how I wanted it.
Simple and uncomplicated.
Seeing the turnoff for the Hobbs place, I slowed the SUV and made a right-hand turn when the sound of gunfire echoed all around. Stepping on the gas, I didn’t need to tell my brothers to gear up. Priest was already popping a clip into his gun, while Frank was pulling back the chamber to load a bullet. Scribe had his trusty knife in his hand and the second I slammed on the brakes he was out of the vehicle and moving fast through the trees.
Killing the engine, I spotted Cameron’s sister, leaning against the post on the deck of her house, with a shotgun in her hand, aiming at someone fleeing through the forest.
“Frank, go,” I ordered as the big man got out of the vehicle, running after the fleeing intruder. Getting out myself, I walked over to the young woman and asked, “Where’s the kid?”
“I don’t know. He took off as soon as that asshole showed up.”
“Priest, go see if you can find the kid. Six years old, blonde hair and probably covered in dirt.”
Turning back to the young woman, I stowed my gun. “Got the kid’s message.”
“He shouldn’t have called you. I can handle this myself.”
“Woman, you can barely stand,” I said, shaking my head as I approached her. Holding out my hand, I ordered, “Give me the damn gun before you hurt yourself more and sit down before you fall down.”
The young woman did as ordered.
“LET ME GO!”
Turning, I smirked as Frank walked towards me with the brat himself. Carrying the kid at arm’s length from the back of his dirty overalls, the kid dangled in the air, kicking and swinging at Frank, trying to get free. “I’m gonna kick your ass, mister!”
Frank rolled his eyes. “Lose something, ma’am?”
Whistling loudly in the air, I sat down on the porch before turning to the kid. “Alright, you dirty varmint. I’m here. What kind of trouble are you two really in?”
“Mr. Montclair, my brother, shouldn’t have called you. I have everything under control,” the sister said, looking put out and exhausted. I could clearly see the bruises on her face and the way she was favoring her side. I knew she had some bruised ribs.
“I can see how well you have this handled, but I’m here now. So, what’s the problem, kid?” I asked, ignoring the sister as I looked directly at her brother, who gulped.
“That asshole stole our money!”
Turning to his sister, I asked, “The money I gave you?”
The young woman shook her head. “No. Our parents’ life insurance money. Look Mr. Montclair. I really appreciate you coming all this way for my brother, but this isn’t your business.”
“I’m here now, anyway,” I muttered as Priest and Scribe walked over.
“Fucker got away, Pyro,” Priest cursed, looking around the area.
“There are survey markers everywhere surrounding this land. Are you planning on selling?” Scribe asked, sheathing his knife.
“No. This house and land are all we have left of our parents. I will never sell it.”
“Who was the man you were shooting at?” I asked, trying to move this conversation along. I didn’t want to be here any longer than I had to. This fucking area was giving me the willies.
“You owe me, mister,” the filthy brat growled, walking straight up to me. “I saved your life. Now, what are you going to do about that asshole?”
“Cameron!” his sister shouted.
“This is between men, sissy. Stay out of it. It’s man’s business.”
