Page 54 of Griz's Edge

Fuck.

Shoving past me, Marley moves to stand next to me.

“Bitch, you need your head examined if you think Griz could love some bat shit crazy nutcase like you.”

“Marley, don’t make things worse.” I’m surprised to hear Marshall right behind her.

“I’m not making things worse. I’m just saying it like it is.”

If I could shake her, I would. But this is Marley we’re talking about. She’s going to say and do whatever she wants. Fine with me. I didn’t mind it in the least. So long as it doesn’t get her killed in the end.

“How dare you,” Hattie screeches, stepping forward, eyes darting between the two of us. Finally looking past me to the men filling the space behind me, her gaze grows wild as she looks back at me. “You’re supposed to love me.” She stomps and jerks up the drill, points it in her direction only to gasp, her eyes going wider, head jerking downward.

I follow her line of sight to see what she’s done. She hit herself with the edge of the drill.

“Oh god.” Marley moves, rushing forward, but no one was able to stop her.

I watch the way she grabs Hattie’s wrist and pulls the tool from her hand.

“Get away from me, you whore,” Hattie shouts.

“Bitch, shut up,” Marley snaps. Shoving the tool in my direction, instead of it having a drill bit, I held a sharp rotatory blade that had cut into Hattie. “Take this and find me something to stop the bleeding. She’s going to bleed out if we don’t.”

“Let the bitch bleed.” Blow grunts.

“If we do, she can’t be held accountable for this,” Marley reasons, jerking her chin toward the dead person off to the side of the room and then to the other thing covered in skin. “Who the hell knows how many people she’s killed for that.”

“She’s got a point,” Nines remarks.

Marshall moves in next to his sister with what looks to be a medic bag. I didn’t know what he was, but him having this surprises me. “I’ve got shit we can use to patch her up ‘til cops can get here.

“I’ll go call Adams then,” Blow mutters. “Still think we let her bleed, but Marley’s right.”

“Griz,” Hattie whimpers, “please don’t leave me.”

“Bitch, shut the hell up,” Marley snaps. “He’s not going anywhere, but it’s not because of you. He’s mine, and as you put it, you can’t have him.”

“We’re meant to be together,” Hattie cries out, her voice getting higher, face scrunching up with pain as Marshall applies gauze to her chest.

“No, Hattie, we weren’t.” I shake my head and look at Marley. “You need me, sweets, I’ll be outside.”

Marley nods and smiles at me. “Be out as soon as I can.”

Nodding, I leave Marley with her brother and a few of mine. I couldn’t stand to hear any more of the crazy bullshit. Here, with everything that’s happened, never did I think it would be because of me, my woman would end up nearly dead.

I don’t know how I’m going to make it up to Marley, but I’ll find a way.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

MARLEY

“Gotta admit, Lee-Lee, I like your man,” Marshall mutters the minute the paramedics take over for the two of us.

Thankfully, he injected a sedative into Hattie, shutting her up. I didn’t know how much more I could take of her threatening me and telling me that Griz was hers. The whole situation is meant for some terrible nightmares.

“Seriously?” I ask, my lip curling slightly with the annoyance flooding through my veins. “It doesn’t matter if you do or not.” I had enough today when it comes to siblings, and now with this. All I wanted was to go home and have that flipping bath that I won’t get because my back is throbbing right now.

“Yeah, I know it doesn’t matter,” Marshall remarks, touching my upper arm just barely and sighs. “Look, I know I’m a fuckwad a lot of times when it comes to being your big brother. I come off as a total dick. I get that, but I don’t mean it. You’re my little Lee-Lee, and I don’t like hearing when something fucked up has happened to you. I also don’t like seeing the parentals upset.”

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