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It's not relevant to anything but it's important to me, even though I should let this shit go because the more I know, the harder it is to con the dick.

He stiffens and drops his arm, before stepping back. Turning around, I look him over cautiously and smile when he stares at me with a stony expression.

“What? You have to know how fucking weird it is,” I say, grabbing another whiskey before dropping to the sofa.

I probably shouldn’t be drinking with a head wound, but whatever, I sort of feel like I’m gonna die either way. Maybe this is the better way to go.

“Weird?” he says roughly before sitting down across from me in a tiny wing chair that he dwarfs with his huge body.

Absently, I watch his arms curl as he runs his hand through his hair, my mouth dry at the sexy sight before I meet his gaze and he raises a brow. “Just say the word, baby.”

With a sour smile, I say, “Aren’t you tired?”

He cocks his head until my meaning sinks in and smirks before grabbing his dick wickedly. “I’m nowhere near tired, baby.”

Dick. Did he evade the question on purpose? “I’m not interested in being your second fuck of the night.”

When he freezes, his hand still on his dick, I smile until he shores that shit back up and casts me a suggestive wink. Asshole.

When I merely raise a brow, he sighs, releasing his junk, thank god. “You have a sister, right?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say slowly. “Lorri.”

“Right, and what would you do if someone hurt her? Fucking crushed her?” he asks with a darkness behind his eyes that sends a shiver through me.

Contemplating his sincerity and the starkness of his features, I lean forward and say fiercely, “I’d fuck up their world.”

He leans back, his brows flipping up his head before he slowly nods and says, “There you go.”

“Uh-uh,” I protest. “Are you saying Beast hurt your sister? Do you mean, like physically?”

With a shrug, he stands, and I follow, watching with a pang of disappointment when he stops with his hand on the door.

“The details don’t matter, just my intent to fuck up his world,” he says, before closing the door behind him.

What the fuck does that mean?

Thoroughly disturbed, I down the second bottle of jack and crawl into bed, hoping that when Cooper said Beast hurt his sister, he didn't mean with his hands, because even though its reprehensible either way, I’d like to comfort myself knowing Beast isn't an abusive dick, or worse a rapist.

Still, as my mind spins with the possibilities and I wonder how Cooper can justify his behavior by using women to get back at Beast. After all, those women are sisters to someone, too.

Chapter 18

Cooper

There’s a low hum of need dancing along my skin as I walk down the hall. This time it’s not for Minnie though. I need to fuck something up…badly.

However, I can’t exactly take my aggression out on just anyone because in a court of law, I’m the dangerous weapon. Unfortunate—that.

So, when the doors open on my floor and Rafe greets my murderous frown with a grin, I nod as he says, “Meet me in the gym. Twenty.”

I’ll never admit it to the bastard but I’m fucking grateful when I get my first swing in and his head jerks away. I may hate the cage in more ways than I can describe but there are times that I love the power that comes from just my fists.

We trade blows for a good twenty minutes before he speaks and ruins fucking everything.

“That sweet thing causing you pain, Jackson?”

Snorting, I slam my fist against his chest, smiling viciously when he staggers back. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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