Page 53 of Gunner
“Not gonna happen. I know how to keep my dick wrapped up and away from protective, gun-toting fathers.”
“You can stay with me out at the distillery, Gunner. I’d be happy for the company,” Frank said, holding a coffee cup in his hand and a chocolate chip scone.
“Where did you get that?” I asked, eyeing the steaming cup of heaven.
“Sarah made the coffee and Jessica brought the pastries.”
“Coffee?” King muttered as if in a trance, stepping around Frank before leaving my room. Fucker didn’t function without coffee.
My brothers followed, leaving me alone with Frank.
“Want me to help you pack a bag?” the hulking brother offered.
“Thanks man, but I think I need to stay here with Sarah so we can figure out this mess.”
Frank nodded. “That’s smart. I like Sarah. She’s sweet. She let me have the first pick. No one lets me go first.”
Slapping the big man on the shoulder, I smiled. “I’m happy for you, bro.”
Brothers lined up as Sarah poured them cups of coffee, while Jessica opened up boxes of pastries that she somehow finagled from Beth’s shop. Of course, watching my brother King kiss Sarah’s forehead as she smiled, handing him a hot cup of coffee, was a nice touch. At least I knew he wasn’t going to kill her.
Me, however, that was still debatable.
Stepping to the head of the line, Priest grabbed me by my shirt, yanking me out of line. “No cutting.”
I was about to say something when Sarah piped up. “Back of the line, Gunner. Guests first.”
“It’s my house!”
My brothers snickered as King grinned. “You heard your woman. Guestsfirst.”
“They are not guests,” I muttered just as my front door swung open.
I gulped.
“Where is he!?”
Every fucking finger in my house pointed in my direction.
Turncoats. I now knew what they thought of me. Throw me to the wolves to save their own asses. Had to admit, I would have done the same thing, but they were supposed to be my brothers.
Have my back and all that shit!
Backing away slowly, I held up my hands and pleaded. “Now Bailey. Let’s talk about this. I never intended to get you banned from Beth’s coffee shop. I’ll fix it. I swear.”
“Banned?” Bailey stopped short. “What the hell are you talking about, Ditch Digger? I had my coffee early this morning and Beth didn’t say shit about being banned.”
My head snapped to Scribe, who was bent over laughing as he held his stomach. I was going to fucking kill him...slowly.
“I’m here because Holly is on her way up here. She heard about you and Sarah.”
“I thought you told her?” Sarah asked, walking around the counter to stand in front of me. Jessica shook her head as she leaned against the counter next to the bane of my existence. “Tell me you told Holly that you didn’t want to see her anymore?”
“I was going to, but then shit happened. You know, your dad showed up here, my brother laughed at me, you moved in. I didn’t have time.” I quickly explained.
“Jesus, Gunner,” King groaned. “It’s not hard. Just tell the bitch.”
“Yeah, Gunner. Tell the little bitch you’re mine.”