Page 82 of Undone
A statement.
“No, King. For starters, it’s two against one.”
“I can handle your thug brothers.”
“I know. You probably could.”
“No probably about it.” His nostrils flare, chest puffed.
“I know you could, babe. But it’s not your fight. It’s mine.” I trail my fingers over his pecs. “I’m the one who put Sabby in this situation in the first place.”
“No, I did. When I asked you to come with me. It’s not your fault. You don’t control your brothers or their bad decisions. Besides, they should never put their hands on a woman.”
“And they wouldn’t have if it weren’t for me.”
“Stop.” His voice is firm, eyes flashing with fire. “This isn’t your fault. And I’m going to handle them. If you’re really worried, I’ll take Rome with me.”
“Oh, great, get your brother involved. That will make our relationship super smooth.” I roll my eyes, and King grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“This. Isn’t. Your. Fault.” He says each word crisply, slowly, making sure every single syllable sinks in.
“And I don’t need backup, I have full confidence I can handle your idiot brothers.”
I swallow hard over the lump in my throat, tears pricking behind my gummy eyelids.
“I’ve got you, Jules. You don’t ever need to worry.” He lets go of my face, and I take a shaky breath, trying to think.
I want to believe him, but loud alarm bells clang in my head. Warning me not to let my guard down, to be prepared.
My phone trills beside us, the sound muffled by the sheets. I reach for it at the same time King does, but he’s closer and gets to it first. Cash’s name flashes on the screen, and King answers before I can stop him.
“Hello?” he growls into the speaker.
“Hello? Who the fuck is this? Where’s my sister?” Cash’s voice goes from surprised to angry in a quarter second.
“You don’t have very good phone etiquette, Cash.” King scowls down at the phone, taunting my brother. My gut twists.
“Shut the fuck up. I know who this is. It’s the little prince. Where’s my sister? I need to talk to her.”
“Too bad. She’s busy.”
“Busy screwing a Montgomery? That’s low, even for her.”
“Don’t talk about your sister like that, Cash.”
“I can talk about her however I want. She’s my sister.”
King brushes past this argument, deep lines furrowing his brow. “You have anything important to say, Cash? Or should I just hang up right now?”
“I don’t have anything to say to you, dickhead. I wanna talk to my little tramp of a sister.”
“Sorry, I told you she’s not available.”
I grab for the phone, but King pulls it away.
“Maybe if you find some manners, I’ll put her on.”
“What are you, her fucking keeper or something?”