“Oh, that’s already done.”
Bran closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose as he breathes slowly.
What the fuck…？
He’s not surprised.
Why is he not surprised?
“What the fuck did you just say?” I ask slowly, my fucked-up brain refusing to believe the words I heard.
No. I’m refusing to believe Bran knew about this fuckery all along. He wouldn’t…
Why not? He obviously cares about his brother’s safety and opinion more than yours.
“I said.” Lan stands toe-to-toe with me. “The touching part already happened. In fact, our rendezvous included more than touching, but I’ll spare you the details since you’re her brother.”
“You fucking—” I raise my fist, but when I’m about to drive it into his face, Bran slides in front of him.
It’s too late.
My fist slams into Bran’s face.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
The blow is so powerful that Bran falls back against his brother and Landon grabs him, then dabs at the blood at his lip.
I don’t resist when hands pull me back. I don’t even know whose they are as I stare at the blood gushing out of Bran’s nose. His face is pained, but he’s trying hard to remain unaffected.
Fuck!
What the fuck have I done? Me hitting Bran? How could I do that? Even unintentionally?
My jaw tics and every fiber inside me urges me to make sure he’s okay. But I can’t do that when his fucking brother is all over him.
So I direct my wrath at my sister. “Is it true?”
Her eyes double in size like whenever she’s done something she’s not supposed to. This, however, is drastically different from sneaking out at night or plotting trouble with Maya.
“Is what the fucker said true, Mia?” I ask again, a vein nearly popping in my neck. “Have you been sleeping with him?”
She steals a glance at Landon and then signs, “It’s not what you think.”
“And what does he think?” Landon releases Bran and I have to summon ungodly fucking resolve to not look at him and focus on his brother instead.
“You shut up,” she signs.
“I’m happy to shut up, but only if you tell the truth and nothing but the truth.”
“What is he talking about?” Kill asks with a note of tension.
Mia flashes Landon her signature hostile glare and signs, “It was just a ruse that meant nothing. It’s all over now.”
He grins with a note of sadism. “I disrespectfully disagree. It was more than a ruse and is far from being over. Mia and I came to a slight disagreement about priorities and my notorious penchant for anarchy. Despite my dramatic entry, I’m not here to stir up any shit. On the contrary, I came to propose a long-due truce between our clubs.”
“Not even when you’re buried six feet under,” I snap, and this time, I can’t help it. I steal a glimpse at Bran and pause when I find him looking at me.
His eyes are begging, pleading. For his fucking brother.
All this time, Landon has been an annoying asshole, and despite Jeremy’s attempts to rile me up against him, I took Kill’s side and let everything he did slide. Because like Kill, I’m in too deep with Landon’s sibling, and I can’t hurt him if I want to be with his brother.
However, Mia is off-fucking-limits.
I’m going to kill Landon for touching my sister. No one will stop me, not even Bran.
“I wouldn’t be so quick to rule it out,” Landon says, still looking at Mia. “This rare chance will work out so well for both of us if you just give it a go.”
“My sister is not for fucking sale,” I growl, my voice unsteady and dripping with the tension that’s flooding me.
“I never suggested that. Unlike what she said, Mia came to meet me every night. There was no coercion involved in our nighttime rendezvous.”
What the fuck?
I look at Mia as if an alien abducted my real sister and put an imposter in her place.
She’s not the type who’d fall for Landon’s fake charms. She’s…Mia. My sister is better than this.
Which is why I’m proud when she signs, “Whether the truce happens or not, I’ll never go back to you.”
A smirk curves his lips. “Never say never.”
“You’re insane,” she signs.
“Guilty as charged.”
“You won’t have me.”
“I had you once.”
“Won’t be happening again.”
“We won’t know until I try.”