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It doesn’t take but a second to recognize my daughter’s ex-husband. Barrett Fulton. He’s grown up, gotten bigger in the army. And he’s wearing a goddamn Savage Kings patch.
I keep my gun pointed right at the center of his face.
“Mr. Perry, sir, I don’t want to disrespect you here, so what exactly do you want me to say?” he asks calmly as if he knows he’s one wrong word away from a quick death.
I’d rather he was here on MC business than the alternative…
“That you were here spying on me or plotting shit for the MC.”
“Won’t that make it worse?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” I respond. If it’s club business, hell is about to break loose. If he was with Lyla…I just can’t imagine that. He’s her sister’s ex-husband!
“Look, if you’re gonna shoot me, then do it. Just remember, I have three brothers who will want revenge.”
That’s the only reason I haven’t pulled the damn trigger.
Behind me, the garage door opens, most likely my mother wondering why I didn’t come in after she heard my motorcycle.
“Isaac?” she calls out.
Dammit. Why couldn’t the woman mind her own business and stay inside?
The floodlight over the garage comes on, illuminating the entire yard, on me and Barrett, who remains frozen, my gun pointing at him, his hands in the air.
“Isaac, what are you…oh my lord! What in the world is going on out here?” she asks.
“I’m handling it. Go back inside, Mom.”
“No, Isaac. Put the gun down,” she demands like I’m a misbehaving child. “Who is…Barrett Fulton, is that you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the asshole answers her.
“Good seeing you again, son, but it’s late. Could you two maybe do this whole standoff thing tomorrow?”
“I’m pretty sure ole Barrett here already got what he came for,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“What do you mean?”
“How drunk are you, woman?” I scoff. “I caught him sneaking out of Lyla’s window!”
“Oh! Well, no wonder Ly looked so keyed up.”
“Keyed up? That’s all you got to say after this hooligan defiled your youngest granddaughter?”
“Did you forget that Lyla is twenty-one, not twelve? She’s not a little girl anymore, Isaac.”
“I don’t care how old she is! If she’s going to live under my roof, there won’t be any assholes like him coming and going like it’s a goddamn brothel.”
“Isaac James Perry!”
I wince, knowing I crossed a line. And I can’t kill a man in front of my mother. Since she’s not going to leave, I grind my teeth together to tell Fulton, “You’ve got ten seconds to get the fuck off my property.”
“So sorry about this and everything else, Barrett,” my mother says.
“I didn’t mean to cause any problems for Lyla,” Fulton replies as he starts walking backward down the road to keep an eye on me, refusing to turn his back.
That’s the smartest thing he’s done all night.
