Page 23 of You Are My Every Reason

King is standing by the curtain when I make it to him. "Tell me what the fuck is going on. You wouldn't be standing here if you couldn't log into the cameras back at the house." I know that for a fucking fact.

"I can't log into them." He pulls out his phone to show me.

"I'm leaving." I shake my head. "I can't believe you're here without eyes on my sister." Not because I think he needs them but that’s how protective he is over her, and I get it now. So I’m not buying this bullshit.

"I have eyes on my wife. As I do with your girl." He smirks. I fist my hand at my side, wanting to knock it off his face. Now, that would be a fight worth paying to see and bet on. I thought we were on a new path, but King is pissing me off now.

"That's always so cool to hear." I spin around at the sound of Teddy's voice. West has an arm around her shoulder, keeping her close. The fuck is she doing here? It’s girls’ night, I was told. "Them chanting your name." Teddy shrugs. “What? It’s awesome.” She glances around at all of us. “Why do you have your murder face on?”

Murder face? I don’t bother to ask. It’s not the time.

“Where is Fallon, and why aren’t the cameras working?”

“They’re not?” West pulls his phone out.

“Ah, she’s here.” Teddy’s words hit me hard enough to take a step back. “Willa texted King and told him we were coming.”

“King,” West snaps before I can. “How the fuck?”

“Zero.” He shrugs but seems slightly apologetic. But why the fuck would he turn them off?

“The fuck is going on!” I roar.

Now it’s everyone else who steps back from me. “She’s with Willa. I’m watching them, and so are my men.” King flips his phone around for me to see once again.

While I’m happy that Fallon is safe, I’m pissed that she’s here not only because of the safety concerns but also because I know that every motherfucker in this place that has eyes will be looking at her. With the exception of King and West but they're both on my shitlist anyway, so my anger is also going to be directed at them.

The sight of Fallon and what she’s wearing on King’s screen not only has my anger rising but my dick as well. There is a live feed but also multiple still shots of both her and Willa in the crowd. My eyes quickly scan over every detail. But one stands out the most: my name stitched into the back of the shirt she’s wearing, letting everyone know she’s mine.

“I thought you knew we were coming.” West glares at King. “Willa said she texted King.”

Why the hell didn’t she text me? I’m her damn brother. Though we haven’t been close over the last year, which I know is on me.

“Willa let me know. I figured you’d see her when she got here.”

“You’re a fucking liar.” I take a step toward King. “Part of that might be true, but there’s more.”

“The girl wanted to come.”

“Mygirl.Mine,” I remind him. “I’m Willa’s twin brother, and you’d be pissed if I did this when it came to her.”

“Your sister is always my number one priority.” Why do I get the sense we’re playing with words here? Then it hits me.

“You motherfucker.” I growl as I swing my fist and make contact with King’s face. He stumbles back a few steps.

“Rich!” Teddy hisses. West doesn’t move to grab me; in fact, he makes sure Teddy doesn't try to get between us. Anton does, though. King holds out his hand to stop him.

“I’ll give you that one.” He wipes the blood that formed in the corner of his mouth. “But I’ll do what I need to keep my wife safe. Even going against her and all of you.”

Yes, King does always do what he needs to. Or what he thinks he needs to do. I get it. I understand his reasoning. He’d burn down the world for my sister. I have those same urges. It’s insane, but I know I’d pick Fallon over everyone. I’d walk away from everything I know to have only her.

But this could have been handled differently. Aren't we supposed to be a family now? That's what everyone keeps telling me.

“We’re not done,” I tell him when I hear the announcer call my name to come to the ring.

“What the hell, King?” I hear Teddy say before pushing through the curtains. I ignore the crowd as they chant, my eyes searching for Fallon. It doesn't take me long to find her. As soon as I set eyes on her, my entire being becomes hypervigilant.

All the color has drained from her face, her attention on someone else in the crowd. It reminds me of that first night I met her. I head straight for her, jumping over the metal rail that helps keep the crowd back.

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