Page 19 of Three Little Words

So much for my calm, quiet day off.

“I’m angry because I care about you. If you gave even half a shit about me, you wouldn’t be talking to me like this.”

“I just want you to get off my fucking back!”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay. Fine. Fine! I won’t fucking ask anymore. Since you’re a grown-ass adult and can handle yourself and don’t need anybody.”

“Jesus. It’s about time you got it.”

God, I’d never wanted to hit my brother so badly in my life.

If he’d been any closer, I probably would have.

“Oh,” he said. “By the way.”

“If you’re asking me for money, Bryan, the answer’s no. Bank’s closed.”

“Shut up. I was going to tell you something you might want to know.”

I sighed. “What? There’s a warrant out for you?”

“No.”

I frowned, waiting, arms crossed under my breasts.

“No Regrets is opening a new location. A little competition here in Malone.”

Shit.

Fucking Benny.

“Where?” I stood up, scowling.

“Dillon Street. Like, a block and a half from Skin Buzz.”

“Fucking Benny!” I grabbed one of the throw pillows off the couch and threw it to the floor.

Bryan laughed. “Yeah, that’ll show him. Real tough, Bryn.”

“Shut up.” I shook my head.

I moved across the room, grabbing my purse.

I had to do something about this, right now.

Bryan grinned, watching me. “What, you gonna go kick his ass?”

I looked back, scowling. “Yes.”

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