Page 189 of Mountain Boss

The looks we shared over the fire weren’t casual.

They were as heated as the flames.

And I’m ready for him.

Wearing his flannel, a pair of black panties, and nothing else, I climb into bed.

I consider texting him, asking how long he’ll be, but I set my phone down on the edge of the bunk instead.

I can be patient.

And I can wait while I rest my eyes.

Chapter 146

Sterling

The lights go outin the Laundry Cabin.

Simpson steps past me and delivers his own kick to the back of the man’s thighs. “Bastard,” he hisses.

With my girl climbing into bed a few yards away, the need to get this man away from her becomes unbearable.

I bend down and grip his ankles, aware one is probably broken, and I start to drag him.

He lets out a cry.

I drop his ankles, spin to face him, and drop to one knee.

He holds his mangled hands up.

I bat them away with my left hand, then crash my right fist into his chest. Again.

As he once again struggles to breathe, I put all my weight onto his chest as I brace against it to push myself back up.

Fisher nods at me with impressed approval written across his features. “Want me to drag him?” he asks quietly.

I shake my head and scoop up the man’s ankles again, then start dragging him. “Leon wasn’t drinking tonight. Go wake him up and have him pull his truck up to the house.”

“On it.” Fisher barely has the words out before he’s running away into the dark.

“What else you need?” Simpson asks, his voice full of emotion.

I’ll get there.

But not yet.

I’m not ready to be anything but furious yet.

“I need you to stay here and keep an eye on his buddies. Don’t interact if they come looking for him. Play dumb.” I look over at Simpson, and he nods. “I’ll figure out something to tell them in the morning.”

We reach the front of my house, and I drop the man’s feet.

He groans.

Simpson kicks him.

“I’m not sure how many more hits your ribs can take,” I tell the man. “So maybe shut the fuck up on your own, yeah?”

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