Page 66 of When It Rains He Pours

“You motherfucker.”

“No, brother, you're the motherfucker who ruined this whole thing.” Smacking the papers against his palm, he took a step into me. “You did this, it's all your fault. If you had just done what you needed to in the beginning, none of this shit would have happened.” Taking another step closer, his mouth folded into a scowl. “But you had to go and fall dick first into that girl. You lost your focus, you let her get into your fucking head.” Poking the sharp edge of the papers into his temple, his eyes sparked in a devilish glow.

Grounding down my teeth, I choked out my words, gritty and firm. “Step back.”

“Or what? Are you going to try and fuck me too?” Tipping his head toward the sky, he furrowed his brows. “Oh wait, you did that already the second you traded family for pussy.”

Thud!

My fist flew up, connecting with his nose. Followed by a second and a third. I couldn't stop myself, brother or not, he had done the unthinkable.

Jacob had ruined Glory's life, he had burned her world to the ground and he didn't give two shits about it. All he cared about was himself. He didn't care how hurt she was, he didn't care that everything she worked so hard for was now a pile of ashes.

He had one goal and he really was willing to do whatever it took to make it happen.

She was right.

Covering his face, Jacob took a few quick steps back. Jerking his head, he wiped the blood off his nose and smiled. “Now there's the Barnes spark. If only you used that instead of your dick, maybe you'd get somewhere in life.”

Charging forward, I tackled him to the ground. Our bodies tangled as arms and hands flew. Jacob was striking me with the same ferocity that I was hitting him. But our anger was different.

He was fighting me because I wasn't on his side.

And I was fighting him for the woman I loved.

Alternating powers battled for control, good versus evil, a war of two beliefs. Jacob felt only for himself, for what he thought was his. That was a special power all on its own. It was driving him mad, making him take risks that weren't necessary.

I felt for her, I felt her pain, I felt her anger and hatred, I felt her loss. And that wasn't something I would tolerate. I had lost any control I had over myself. Jacob needed to get shoved off his spot on the mountain top, and taught that he wasn't all mighty.

Rolling on the ground, I cracked my elbow against the side of his head. I felt the quick jab of his fist against my ribs, followed by a knee to my thigh. But that was all I felt, just the weight of him around me.

Red was the only color I could see and feel.

Curling my fingertips into his jacket, I threw him to the side and jumped on top of him. Pinning him down with my knees, I punched him in the face. Punch after punch rained down on my brother, each one a new level of anger that seeped into my muscles.

“This is your fault!” I yelled, putting all my weight into each punch. “You did this!” My knuckles connected with his cheek, cracking the brittle bones beneath his skin.

Holding up his hands to block his face, he turned his head away from my relentless fists. There was nothing he could do. I unleashed years of pent up frustration and anger on him.

He was never a good person, despite how many chances he was given to change. Even when we were children he had this darkness inside him.

“Break it up! Break it up!” A man's voice shot into my ear as firm hands grabbed me around the shoulders and tore me away.

The man wasn't enough to break the trance I was in. Lunging forward, I jumped back on my brother and hit him again.

“Enough!” The man clutched me around the neck, dragging me backwards. “Calm down, take a breath.” Holding me in place, he restrained me by the throat, squeezing tighter as I wriggled to get free.

“Let me go!” Snarling, I jerked my shoulders and flailed my arms. “Fuck you, Jacob! You're dead to me! Fuck you!”

My brother pushed back across the ground, sitting himself up. Rocking his jaw back and forth, his eyes turned to razors. “You're going to pay for this, I'm going to make you wish you never laid a finger on me.”

“Go ahead! Take your best shot!” Biting the inside of my cheek, my brows snapped down. “You can't fucking touch me, you're nothing without me.”

Jacob could threaten me all he wanted to. But I knew the truth, I knew what he was. There wasn't a thing he could do, he wasn't getting away with his. His free ride was over, it was time for him to own up for his mistakes and the things he had done.

Attempting to throw myself forward, the man pulled me back. “Enough!” Cold metal wrapped one of my wrists as the man tugged it behind my back. Cuffing the other arm, he turned me on my heels and started forcefully pushing me forward.

Slowly the realization set in that it wasn't just a man who had broken up our fight, it was a cop.

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