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“What!” Gunner shouted, jumping to his feet. “Hell no! Are you crazy? I don’t have a death wish, brother! Mike was a Marine sniper!”

“They are the only one’s who live next to Holly.”

Gunner grinned slyly but said nothing as he stared at the floor when reality slapped me in the face.

No.

Oh, fuck no!

He didn’t.

He couldn’t be that stupid.

Wait… yes, he was.

He was that STUPID!

“Gunner, tell me you didn’t. Tell me you didn’t touch Mike’s baby girl. Beth’s pride and joy. Tell me you didn’t fuck Sarah!”

“I didn’t mean to!” my brother shouted, backing up as I rose to my feet, rounding my desk. I was going to kill him. I was going to cut off his dick and throw it in a blender and hit puree! I was going to make my brother a eunuch so the female population could rest easily at night.

“She’s a baby!”

“She’s eighteen, turning nineteen this summer!”

“You are old enough to be her father!”

“I love her!”

Before I knew it, I doubled over laughing. I couldn’t stop. That was hands down the funniest shit I ever heard. The man whore of the Montclair family, the man with the energizer dick that wouldn’t quit, loved one woman. One!

That shit was priceless.

Looking up at my brother, I took a deep breath, narrowed my eyes, and simply said. “Run.”

The dirty dog he was, Gunner ran.

Gathering my wits, I walked into the rec room, taking a seat at the bar. I needed a fucking drink. A big one. Reaching over the bar, I grabbed a bottle of scotch, popped the cap, and took a large swig. When my brain still had images of Mike using my brother as target practice, I took another swig.

“Problems?” Priest asked, sitting down next to me.

“You could say that.”

“Bailey?”

“Not yet, but when she finds out what I just learned, my answer might change.”

“Wanna let me in on the secret?”

Shaking my head, I replied. “The fewer people who know, the better. That way, when I kill him, everyone can claim plausible deniability.”

Priest snickered. “What did Gunner do now?”

“You don’t want to know.” I muttered, taking another swig of scotch straight from the bottle, trying to figure out how to keep my brother’s head on his shoulders. I wasn’t so much worried about his dick. A man could live without a penis. If Mike wanted to shoot it off, I was going to hand him the bullet.

“Hey King,” my niece Jess smiled, sitting next to me. “Why the long face?”

“He’s contemplating the pros and cons of saving Gunner’s life, Jess. It’s a tough decision.” Priest chuckled.

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