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She quickly let me go, her eyes searching mine.
“I don’t hate you, Anya. I never did. I have loved you since I was a snot-nosed little brat running wild on the land with you beside me. Now, I have to take out the trash.” I said, leaving her staring at me in disbelief as I walked out of the bar.
I sped all the way back to the ranch, getting more and more full of rage at the thought of that asshole laying a hand on her in anger.
As I slammed on the brakes, dust and rocks flying I pushed the door open and stared at the house.
The lights were on, and I could see Grace in the kitchen.
“DAMIEN!” I shouted, not wanting to risk breaking anything in the house that Grace loved so much.
“DAMIEN! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE NOW!” I continued, seeing the bunkhouse door open and Wyatt and William sticking their heads out, followed by the others.
“What the fuck are you yelling about?” Damien snarled as he pushed the door open with so much force it hit the wall.
“You think you’re a tough guy, do you?” I said as Anya pulled up behind my ute.
Damien turned his dark expression to Anya.
“You had to go whining to him hey?” He sneered and I stepped in front of Anya as she walked toward me.
“Don’t look at her. Don’t talk to her. You look at me. I have waited for you to fuck up and give me a reason to kick your ass, now I have it.” I said with a mean smile as Grace came out of the door.
“What happened?” She asked at the same time as William.
“This fucking pig hit Anya,” I said and Damien laughed bitterly.
“I slapped her. You make it sound like I punched her in the face. A man can slap a woman if she is being mouthy to him.” He said and I lunged for him at the same time as I heard Wyatt swear under his breath.
Damien tried to scramble away as I gripped him around the throat and slapped him hard. I did it again and again as he clawed at my hand.
“How does that feel, Damien? Want me to stop? Does it feel like someone is hitting you right now?” I said as I did it again.
“Cut his fucking balls off. We do that to the horses when they don’t act right around the mares, this cunt may as well get the same treatment.” William said as Wyatt agreed.
I punched Damien square in the nose, hearing the crunch before I dropped him to the ground, enjoying the sight of his blood covering his face.
“Anya. Give him your keys.” I said and she shook her head.
“Let him take the old truck.” She started and I stalked towards her, hand out waiting for the keys.
“But it's my car.” She said stubbornly and I yanked the keys out of her hand.
“I’ll buy you another one,” I said before dropping the keys in front of Damien.
He grabbed them, stumbling to his feet as he spat blood.
“Fuck you. You’re all fucking dead. You think they will go easy on you now?” He sneered and I stiffened as he looked at Anya.
“You should ask what your hero is wrapped up in, bitch. You think I am bad? Just ask them what they do.” He said before he got in the car.
We stood in silence as we watched the taillights disappear into the night before Anya turned to me.
“What do you do, Beau?” She asked and I looked at her as William ushered the men back to the bunkhouse.
I sighed, waiting until we were alone before I answered.
“We run drugs, money and weapons.”
