Page 138 of Mayhem and Minnie

I see red.

Regardless of how interesting their conversation is and that it might give me more insight into Minnie, I cannot stand still when another man touches my woman.

“Minnie!” I thunder, stalking toward her.

My body is tense, my fists clenched by my sides.

I’m ready for war.

She jumps back, hitting the wall. The man she’s with, that Kai, assumes a fighting position.

“Get away from her. Now!” I call out as I near them.

He places an arm around her protectively, but that barely registers as I swing my fist at him.

His eyes flash at me as he moves his head to the side and avoids the blow.

“Kai, don’t,” Minnie pleads in a low voice, pulling on his shirt. “Don’t hurt him, please!” Turning to me, she bites her lip. “Marlowe…”

“Who is he, Minnie? Who the fuck is he?” I grit out, preparing to hit him again. I don’t care if we’re in public, or if anyone sees it. I don’t care about anything but the fact that he laid his hand on her.

“Minerva, control your human,” the man drawls in a bored voice.

My nostrils flare at his condescending tone.

I swing another fist at him, which he evades again. But I already intuited he’d dodge, so as he leans back, I bring my other fist to the back of his skull.

He manages to move last minute, but my knuckles still make contact with his flesh.

His lip twitches in annoyance.

I smirk. Come on, tough guy. This is just a warm-up for me.

He takes a step back, but I don’t give him the opportunity to retreat. I punch him again, but this time he catches my fist in his hand and twists it.

I grind my teeth at the sudden pain, but I ignore it.

“Kai. Stop this!” Minnie cries out, launching herself at the other man. “You too, Marlowe. He’s my brother!”

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“He’s my brother, you idiot!”

Her voice echoes in my brain and it takes me a few moments to digest the new information.

Brother.

He’s her brother.

That means they’re related. Which further means he’s not interested in her, nor does he want to hurt her.

I stare at him. He stares at me.

Minnie pries my fist from his hand, but I barely register that as I’m busy staring down this man that she claims is her brother. It’s not that I don’t believe her. But I don’t think I like him touching her regardless of whether they share blood or not.

I narrow my eyes at him. Now that I see him up close, I suppose I can see the similarities. They have the same dark eyes.

But she never mentioned a brother, did she?

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