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“Cam, Camdyn!” Our family calls my name, a warning.
Still constricting his throat, I grin. “Willow’s coming to my party this evening.”
Jamie struggles beneath me. “Where?”
This isn’t a game anymore. Fire lights behind his eyes. The same ignited in my soul when he asked that question. Where? Jamie’s never attended my events.
Little Brody, who’s pushing thirty and the biggest motherfucker I know, hauls me off our brother.
“Alright,” I snap, wrenching my bicep away. Frowning, I head out of the kitchen.
I move down the long hall and into the dining room. With a measured sigh, I sit at the head of the table in front of the French glass doors. I shoot Willow a quick text to inquire if she’s still working on the physics project with my brother. They’re both intelligent and don’t need to work together, not if Jamie’s catching feelings for her.
In five, four, three—my mouth curves as Jamie exits the kitchen. He grabs a chair across from me.
“Where, Camdyn?”
“You know I fucking love you, bro.”
“Where?”
“You’re my blood.” I turn my arms over, displaying the Gaelic symbol covering my veins.
His eyes go glossy. “Where are you taking Willow, Cam?”
“I’m tryna protect you, Jamie,” I growl in frustration. “This girl, Willow, she’s not innocent.”
“Leave her alone then!”
“What if I told you that I’ve got video of us in action?” Jamie turns his head, but I keep pushing. “Stop disrespecting your clan over a bitch, Jamie. Get that through your head.”
Pain zaps across his face. He pops a side fist onto the table. “Where are you taking her tonight?”
“Why are you so concerned, bro?”
“You’re sex tra—”
“I am not.” I’m offended, hurt even, by Jamie saying that. I’d never, and he knows it, knows why. Calmly, I say, “I offer entertainment for motherfuckers who are already doing what motherfuckers do, Jamie. Now, shut your mouth. Mom and Dad would be pissed.”
Jamie folds his arms around his stomach as if in pain. His pale skin runs ashen. His voice strains. I guess his balls haven’t dropped after all. “Willow’s different, Camdyn. Leave her alone. Please.”
“You met her in class. One hour and some change each day. You don’t know her.”
“Well, I met her same day as you, Cam. Besides, you don’t get to call dibs.” Tears prick his eyes, and his mouth twists.
“Is this because she helped center your anxiety?”
“Screw you, Camdyn. You let me get taken.”
A heavy weight descends over my tongue, rendering me incapable of speech. After a while, I bite out, “I was nine, Jamie. I was a little kid too.”
“When Little Brody bullied you, who did you have?” It’s starting to get easier to hear my brother. His voice was scarce. Now, it’s almost at a normal level. “You have Leith. You always have them. When we were on that playground . . .” His long, bony fingers curl under.
We were pulling the pigtails on a cute redhead, doing normal shit.
“Breathe,” I groan. A disconnect slices between us like never before. I’ve always looked out for my family. I’ll kill a motherfucker for them. But now, Willow has Jamie wrapped around her finger. Her bright smile was his undoing. Her soft voice caressed his cock, and his little pecker’s doing a happy dance.
Tonight, I’ll show Jamie she’s like any other Barbie before I allow her to ruin my relationship with my brother. He needs to see the light because I’ll surround Willow Greene with so much darkness. She doesn’t get to twist my little brother. Jamie’s head is already fucked over because of me. I’ll protect him one way or another. Besides, Lo played me too. Smiled at me with those bright hazel eyes that shone like twin stars in a dark void. She made me think she was falling for me. I’ve licked and signed my name all over every throbbing fold of her. I want her so wrapped around my finger that by the time I’m done with her, she will never love another motherfucker. Not like me.
The broken thing I call a brother whimpers, “Where are . . . you taking . . . her?”
I get up from my chair, watching him suffer from the demons in his mind. It’s time to schedule a visit with his old therapist. He probably needs prayer too. But he’s wrapping himself up in grown peoples’ business. He needs to learn a lesson.
I run a hand over Jamie’s hair. “You’re clan, but you’re not special. Not when you put someone who isn’t fucking clan above me.”
Tears glide the length of his cheeks, and he sucks on air. “Cam—”
“Shhh. Nobody fucks with a MacKenzie. So, you will know like the rest of DuPont. One hour before, a little more or a little less, depending on travel time to the event. Now, stop playing and breathe, bitch.” I’m doing this for your good.
