Page 111 of Mine to Take

The asshole landed a few good hits.

Not that I’ll be enlightening him to that fact.

My guess is that someone else learned how to box as well.

“Settle the fuck down!” Gerry bites out as River continues to struggle against his ironclad hold.

I take a good look at him.

All the times we’ve gotten into it on the ice, I’ve never seen such rage filling his blue eyes. If he could murder me with his bare hands, I think he’d do it.

He turns to glare at Willow. “What the hell are you doing with that guy?”

Fear flashes across her features as she falls back a step. “I’m sorry. I should have?—”

“Should have what?” he bites out, voice rising above the din. “Told me that you were sneaking around behind my back?”

My heart pounds a painful staccato in my chest as I still, watching their interaction, waiting for her to tell him that whatever they had is over.

That it has been for a while.

She’s with me now.

“It’s not like that,” she whispers before wincing. “All right, so maybe it is.” There’s a pause. “I wanted to tell you, but I knew this was exactly how you’d react.”

Hurt flickers across his face, and that’s all it takes for the fight to drain out of him. “You know I hate it when you keep shit from me.”

My brows snap together when she takes a tentative step in his direction.

What the fuck is going on here?

“It’s cool now,” River grumbles to the bouncer. “You can let me go.”

Gerry keeps him locked up tight.

And for good reason.

The guy came in swinging first and asking questions second.

“You cause any more problems and you’ll get a nice pair of silver bracelets to wear for your complimentary ride to the station. Got it?”

River’s gaze stays pinned to Willow as his lips flatten into a thin line. After a second or two, he jerks his head in a tight nod. Only then does the muscular bouncer release his grip and take a step in retreat, staying close enough to jump in if necessary.

It only takes three long-legged strides for River to eat up the distance between him and Willow.

Just as he reaches out to grab hold of her, I bark, “Don’t you dare lay one fucking finger on her!”

He swings around and bares his teeth like a rabid dog before hauling her into his arms. “Or what? What the fuck are you going to do?”

Hayes and Ryder tighten their grip on me, as if they understand my intent before I do.

A potent concoction of fury and jealousy crashes over me as I struggle against my teammates. “You had your chance. Now she belongs to me.”

His face scrunches. “What the hell are you talking about, McKinnon? She’s my fucking sister!”

The world around me goes eerily silent as my gaze bounces between the pair. Willow’s blue eyes flare as her features turn ashen.

Sister?

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