Page 6 of Wreck Me

How did he know about that?

The slight twitch of his lips let me know he had intended it to hit home for me.

I shot another look at the onlookers.

And then with a grunt, I roughly released Damien, then stepped back.

I snatched up my bag that had fallen in the kafuffle and glared at Damien as he pushed off the hood and spun toward me, rage and indignation blazing forth.

He took a step toward me.

“Cas wouldn’t approve,” Sebastian spoke.

Cas? They had to be talking about Caspian King. The big-shot business tycoon, a young prodigy who headed the mammoth conglomerate of King and basically had the city in the palm of his hands at only twenty-three years of age.

It had Damien freezing, just those three words.

He growled.

And then, surprisingly, he turned from me and walked to them.

“What does that mean?” he demanded, looming over his brother.

“It’s not your business.”

“The fuck it isn’t. Just because you cut me out, doesn’t mean—”

“This is done.” Sebastian stared up at him evenly.

“She was belligerent. Then I find out she’s the daughter of the woman giving Mom so much fucking trouble.”

“Aww, there’s Mommy’s Boy rising and shining again,” Caleb said.

Damien started toward him, but Sebastian pressed a hand to his chest.

“She can fight her own battles,” Caleb went on. “Stay behind her skirt where you’re most comfortable. Or, is it up her skirt now with the whole Oedipus thing you’ve got going on there?”

Damien made a move, but Caleb slipped his hand into his jacket pocket.

It had Damien stilling and backing off.

He obviously knew what was in there. I stared, not seeing the bulge of a gun. A blade, perhaps? That was a lot harder to discern.

His eyes were black as he looked at Damien.

But when Damien stood down, they returned to their resting mocha shade.

“Let it go,” Sebastian told his brother in a calm, but non-negotiable firm tone.

“You really think you can tell me—”

“Not me. Cas.”

Damien stared at him for a moment.

And then he hissed and stepped back.

With a vicious glance at me, he turned on his heel and strode away.

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