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Oh, this will be good.
Westin moves up to the bottom of the steps. The sheepdog bounces at his mistress’s feet, aching for a chance at him.
“Where’s your husband?” Westin drawls.
She jerks her head towards the barn. “He just got in. What do you want?”
“We want to talk with him,” he says, tilting his head. “Nothing you should worry about, darling.”
Her jaw tightens. “Don’t call me darling unless you want to lose your fucking balls, Westin Quinn.”
I cock my head, squinting through the sun. Westin plays it straight in most areas, but he’s got no respect for the Garrison brothers. He’d just as soon fuck one of their wives for no reason other than to kick the hornet’s nest.
Given my current circumstance, I can’t say I’m any better.
Through the barn door, I catch sight of the youngest Garrison, Thomas. He’s the least guilty in my eyes because he was young when everything went to shit, but he’s got their blood in his veins. And now he’s put a black mark on his record by burning down my woman’s house.
He sees us and his eyes narrow. All the Garrison brothers have tall faces, sandy hair, and gray eyes. Thomas still looks like a teenager even though he’s in his twenties, and he already has the glitter of a bully in his gaze.
“What you doing on my fucking land, Sovereign?” he barks.
“Wait in the truck,” I say.
Westin puts his hands on his hips. “Don’t do anything you regret.”
I cross the yard to the barn and a few feet from Thomas. Every time I see one of their faces, it sends my mind back to every dark memory I have. There’s always been a Garrison involved, frommy first experience with death, to cheating, and back to death again.
My muscles are tight up my spine.
“I’ve been out to Clint’s ranch,” I say.
“Yeah? That right?” His eyes narrow. He spits to the side. “That Stowe slut still living out there?”
Anger tears through me like a wildfire, but I keep my face impassive.
“No, Keira is with me,” I say.
He freezes and he’s not as good as I am at hiding anger. It flashes over his face like a thunderclap. It takes him a moment to get control of it. Then he shrugs.
“Hope you like Clint’s leftovers,” he says.
I fit my hat back on my head. “If you come around her ranch again, I’ll shoot you. She’s under my protection on Sovereign Mountain. I own her, just like I own more than half your family’s motherfucking land.”
He’s trying to goad me into talking about her body, but that’s between me and her now. The fact she slept with my enemy means nothing to me anymore. Not after the way she cried and came when I fucked her in my bed the first time.
But I won’t talk to Thomas Garrison about my woman’s body. If I had my way, I’d cut out his tongue to keep her name from his mouth.
I cross the yard and pull open the truck door. “Stay off her land. I’ve got people watching it.”
He flips me off. “Take your slut and her ranch. Fuck off.”
He’s bad at bluffing. That’s why he has an ocean of debt from the casino he’s concealing from his older brother. I know how hard the Garrison brothers fought in court to contest Clint’s will and keep Kiera from owning their largest plot of land. I know how much it means to them.
And I know that me fucking Clint’s widow is salt in their wound.
I shut the door and turn the truck around, heading back to the main road. Westin sits beside me with his brows raised, waiting for me to talk. I keep silent for a good twenty minutes. It always takes me a while to get a handle on the hatred that flows through me when I speak to a Garrison.
“How’d it go?” Westin goes.
