Page 85 of Overcast

"Hence why you're here," I retort.

"They need to be done."

I shake my head. "No, she'll never let—"

"Do you want me back here in a week to amputate her leg or..." I close my eyes, giving him my response. "I can knock her out and do it while I'm here."

"With what?"

"With FDA certified shit. All she has to do is take a sip of water and voila, she's out."

She'll love that.

I nod, cracking my eyes open so I don't look like a little bitch who's worried over a measly girl.

The last thing I need is Lucien questioning my sanity anymore than he probably does already. Besides, she's not anything but a mere blip on my timeline.

Granted, I'm not totally humanless.

I feel.

I love my sister and nephew. Wade is a douchebag, and no one will kill him but me if it ever comes to that one day. Then there is my B723 family, so I'm capable of feeling something for people.

"Do what you need to do," I chime as my front door flies open.

Bishop and Mills file into my living room, their heavy boots thudding against my hardwood floors as my shoulders sink.

"What did you do, kill her?" Bishop monotones then gestures to Lucien with a salute to his forehead. "How's it going, Devil Doctor?"

Dressed in jeans and a black leather jacket, he plops down next to me, knocking into my body because he doesn't care.

"What's up with the chick?" Mills presses, stopping at the side of my couch while Bishop plucks my Coors Light out of my hand.

He just amped my irritation—they both did.

Mills and his worry of a girl that's none of his fucking business and Bishop with the mindset of "what's mine is yours". I didn't call them here, they took it upon themselves to show up, and they're about to take their asses right back where they came from.

"Get out of my house," I grumble. "The girl is fine."

"Obviously not," Bishop retorts, lifting my bottle of brew towards the doc. "You needed some extra help."

"She's fine," Lucien reinstates. "I need to go up and fix some...mistakes that were made." He cuts his eyes to me. "I'll be about 30 minutes."

I push my cheek out with my tongue to keep from telling him to go fuck himself on the way up and give him a curt nod of my head.

I don't need reminders of her condition, asshole.

Once he's out of earshot, the room settles into the background noise of my TV, and I'm being stared at by two different pairs of eyes.

"She's in the house," Bishop acknowledges with gratification in his tone. "Did you stab her while you were fucking or something?" Mills steps forward then.

Bad fucking move.

My chin rises, securing onto my brother who has taken a very obvious fixation to her.

Yeah, he won't be getting a piece of that or play Superman to her damsel in distress because I'm the unconcealed villain in this story, and so is he.

He was the one who blasted through the front door and shoved the butt of his sawed-off shotgun into her father's gut. He broke some dude's nose and busted a chair or two. Then he yanked old pops out, so technically, he kidnapped him.

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