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“Please, James, please behave and be safe. I can’t lose you,” she whispers softly. “I know you. I know that no matter what you do or where you go, trouble always finds you.”

I can only smirk. She’s not wrong. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t in some sort of trouble. Between the cops, the fights, and the drugs, Hayley is constantly worried.

“I’m always on my best behavior.”

She rolls her eyes. “I have to go. The Temple’s will be mad if they find out I’m here with you.”

My jaw clenches at her words. Those bastards think I’m a bad influence on my own fucking sister and yet they let that motherfucking son of theirs around her. This shit is stopping. I don’t give a fuck if I go to jail; as long as Hayley is safe, that’s all I care about.

“Be safe,” I tell her as I watch her walk toward her car. She smiles brightly at me as she waves goodbye. The second she pulls away, I move toward my bike. It’s time to go and have a conversation with that fucking asshole Carter Temple.

* * *

“You fucking bitch,”I hear sneered as I move toward the door of Carter’s bar. The fucker has been using his father’s money to lord it over everyone that he’s rich and able to do whatever the fuck he wants.

I step into the bar just in time to see that motherfucker backhand my sister across the face. I watch as Hayley drops to the floor, crying out in pain.

“Stop,” she pleads. “Don’t do this.”

“Get the fuck out, bitch. I can’t deal with you right now.”

Hayley scrambles to her feet, her eyes wide and filled with fear as she rushes out the back of the bar.

Rage consumes me. My hands tremble as I step further into the room. Carter must hear me because he spins on his heels. His sharp, tailored suit, along with the designer shoes, adds to his persona. He’s got no personality other than money. Fucking ass.

“What the fuck are you doing here, James?” he sneers, his lip curling. Ah, I see he knows exactly who I am. Good, then he’ll know exactly what he’s in for.

“Wanna tell me why you thought it was a good idea to put your hands on my sister? Fuck, why you put your hands on a girl you got pregnant?”

His eyes widen a fraction as he takes a small step backward. “Fuck off, James. This is none of your business.”

I crack my neck from side to side. Oh, that’s where he’s fucking wrong.

“You sure about that? My sister is my fuckin’ business, asshole.”

He chuckles at me. The fucker has some bravado. “There’s not a thing you can do, so fucking leave.”

I grit my teeth and walk back out the door. Little does this ass know, but this is far from over. He’s about to feel my wrath.

* * *

For the past three hours,I have cased the property, familiarizing myself with every aspect of it, until I found something that would work in my favor. The electrical circuit is as old as dirt—hell, older than that—and is in need of repairs.

I hear a car pull up out front, and my heart pounds in rhythm with my anger as I watch my sister’s best friend, Carrie, saunter up to the entrance, dressed to impress. There’s no way she’s here for the fun of it. Jesus, Carter is such a sick bastard. The fucker loves his jailbait. God, Carrie is such a bitch. There’s not a fucking chance in Hell that she doesn’t know the asshole’s been fucking my sister. But she’s still here.

I guess I’ll kill two birds with one stone.

It doesn’t take me long to rig the electrical circuit and cut the feed to the security cameras. I picked up a lot of tricks while growing up. Hayley’s always hated the people I’ve hung around with because it’s given people more of a reason to dislike me, but those friends and contacts I made have proved invaluable.

Twenty minutes later and the fire has started. The amber flames are raging in the basement, where the socket caught alight. The fire spreads along the wall, climbing toward the ceiling.

I creep back inside, and I’m greeted by the fucker banging Carrie on his desk. The two of them are so preoccupied with each other that they’ll never make it out alive.

I begin to clap. The noise reverberates around the room, and they both stop mid-thrust.

“Excellent performance,” I chuckle. “Should have known you were a fucking bitch, Carrie. But never mind. You’re both done. I’m so fuckin’ happy that your child will never know you, Carter.”

He glares at me. “What the hell are you still doing here?” he snarls.

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