Page 78 of Broken Promises

I eyed her for a second before sighing, getting to my feet. “Everyone’s already warned you that he’s a dangerous man, Beckett. He’s loaded, obviously has a lot of people on his side that he doesn’t tell us about, and he can kill someone without blinking. When will you believe that he’s not just some foolish kid trying to stake a claim?”

“If he was that bad, you wouldn’t be spending so much time with him,” she said flatly, narrowing her eyes. “Unless you’re hiding something?”

A dry laugh left me and I shook my head. “You’re that bad, and you fucking grew on me.”

“Does the asshole have a magic dick?”

“Jacob's ladder.”

“Figures,” she grumbled under her breath, side-eyeing me before moving towards the door. “Come on, we can do some poking around on the internet ourselves for the ghosts of your past while we wait for your clothes to dry. Then we can figure out what to do this afternoon.”

I followed, dropping onto the couch as she grabbed a laptop and sat beside me.

“I was just talking to Zav. He said a few guys are fighting at the Pit at three today if you want to go and laugh at them.”

She grinned, glancing at me. “I’d love to.”

“Perfect. Let’s internet stalk and pray my clothes hurry up,” I answered, nerves flitting through me at the thought of finding out who the asshole was that killed my brother all those years ago.

“This is what you guys do for fun?” Beckett chuckled as we locked her car and walked towards the hidden fence once our internet stalking led to a dead end. “Hang out at an empty pool?”

“This empty pool has seen a lot of shit,” I promised, finding the hole and stepping through, holding it open for her to follow. “Welcome to the Pit, Donovan.”

A few people did a double take when they noticed us walk past, some not seeming too happy that I’d brought a Donovan here.

The Donovans did more for this town than anyone, so they could get over it.

Then again, a year ago I wouldn’t have liked her showing up here either.

My fingers itched to paint, but I didn’t have any of my supplies, so I led Beckett towards the Pit. Two guys were already trash talking each other in there, and one of them had a black eye from a previous fight or a shitty parent.

“Hey, Raven. I heard you’re open for business,” a guy snickered as he moved to stand beside me, looking me up and down. “How much?”

“Not interested,” I scoffed, crossing my arms and turning my attention away from him to look back at the guys in the Pit.

“C’mon, you don’t need to be shy about it,” the guy continued, his hand brushing my waist.

It was obvious that Beckett was giving me time to deal with it myself, but she looked ready to gun the dude down. I didn’t have long before she stepped in and everyone saw her saving me.

I was sick of people having to save me.

Before I could think about it too much, I swung my fist at the prick and smacked him right on the nose, satisfaction filling me when he stumbled in surprise.

“What the fuck?” he bit out as he pressed his fingers to his nose with a wince, blood starting to trickle out.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped, intending on punching the asshole again to make a point, but he stepped back.

“Jesus, no wonder Donahue and Barron cut you off. You’re being a psycho.”

“Psycho? I told you no and you ignored me. If we’re slapping labels on people, I think you’re the one that needs one. Nothinglabels you like a fucking sex offender list,” I threatened, a little annoyed when Beckett laughed. I turned to glare at her, and she grinned.

“If you really want to label him, put him in a hole. Nothing is more permanent than a tombstone kind of label.”

The guy paled a little, and I didn’t want him being scared of her and not me. I was the one he’d been bothering.

I pulled my knife out, the blade glinting in the afternoon sun as I moved towards him.

I wasn’t really going to stab him, I just wanted him to think that I would.

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