Page 21 of Wanted By You

I don’t even get a chance to catch my balance before I’m roughly yanked out of Butch’s hold. “Get your fuckin’ hands off my sister,” Garrett booms.

Stumbling on my feet that can’t seem to keep up with all the movement, I nearly topple over. Butch reaches for me, his jaw locked tight. He’s holding back, I realize, for my sake. Pushing away from my brother, I move closer to Butch. “What the hell is your problem, Garrett?”

My brother’s gaze darkens.“What’smyproblem? How about what’syourproblem, huh? You gonna sic your new dog after me, too? Just like you did with Colt and Alex.”

Butch steps in front of me. “You’re walkin’ on thin ice, Clark.”

“Take it outside,” Jack shouts from behind the bar, pointing to the door. And for some stupid reason, they do. The crowd parts and I watch Butch and Garrett lock eyes, making their way to the door.

Crap.Rushing after them, Duke, Stan, and Tanner all follow. When we get to the parking lot, Garrett’s immediately getting right in Butch’s face.

Why does he have to do this now?

I push between them, shoving Garrett back with everything I have. “Back off, Garrett.”

He takes a few steps back with my hands firmly on his abdomen, keeping his dark, drunk gaze locked behind me. “Did you fuck my sister, Montgomery?” Garrett demands, and I cringe.

Not only from his words but his tone. The disgust is right there on the surface.

“Better listen to your sister, Clark,” Butch growls. “Wouldn’t want you gettin’ hurt.”

Garrett tries to move me out of the way, but I shove him back harder. “You’re such an asshole,” I snap. Hot tears sting my eyes. Half for being utterly humiliated by my brother’s current state, and the other half for having my night out with Butch ruined.

Suddenly, my arm is grabbed and I’m yanked away by Alex. The very second I’m out of the way, Garrett lunges for Butch.Stan and Tanner come over, prying Alex’s hold from me while Duke stands off to the side with the bouncer, watching the whole thing. It’s then, I notice, we’ve created quite the crowd outside the bar. All eyes facing this way.

This is worse than last time.

Butch seems to let Garrett get one good hit in. Onlyone. Because after that, it looks like all he sees is red. It’s two hits to the face and one knuckle-cracking hit to the gut, and Garrett is on the ground in a pile.

Butch goes to take another step toward him—since apparently, he’s not done. And that’s when Duke finally steps in, putting a firm grip on his brother’s shoulder, keeping him back from my very own brother on the ground. Bloody and curled into himself, he spits crimson over the gravel-ridden parking lot. A mixture of blood and snot pours from his nose.

“That all you got, pussy?” Garrett’s bloody grin is like something a maniac would wear. I look over to Alex who’s got a grimace on his face at the sight. Evenheknows this is screwed up—and he’s an idiot.

My brother starts to haul himself off the ground, wiping his bloody nose on his arm and spitting blood at Butch’s feet. “All bark and no bite. What’s the problem this time, Montgomery? Holding back because mysisteris watching.”

He throws another punch at Butch, who dodges it, shoving Garrett back instead. “That’s enough, Clark.”

Garrett stumbles back and I step forward, grabbing his arm before he falls. “Garrett, you’re too drunk to—”

He shakes off my hold, sending his elbow right into my face. I yelp, jerking back. My hand cups my mouth as the taste of blood pools on my tongue.

Garrett spins around. “Shit, Cass, I—”

Butch lunges forward, yanking Garrett by the collar of his shirt and hauling him back. The bouncer seems to finally want to do his job, Duke and him attempting to break them apart.

“Cass, shit, are you okay?” Garrett tries to check on me, but Butch has lost his cool, shoving and throwing punches left and right. And that’s about when they begin to brawl like animals.

I start to cry when I see Alison pull up. Grateful at the sight of her. Her eyes are wide, and she barely parks her car before she throws the door open and runs over to me. I quickly go to her, not looking back.

She tries to move my bloody hands to examine my mouth. “Oh my god, Cassidy. Are you okay?”

I shake my head, sobbing. “Let’s just go.”

Alison quickly ushers me to her car. We get in and she speeds off down the road, but not before I watch Butch throw one more hit right to Garrett’s gut, making him throw up instantly.

Eight.

Butch

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