Page 21 of Tattooed Love

“I didn’t know you were related to the Shield brothers,” he said slowly.

I shrugged my shoulders.

“You don’t know I dislike pickles either.” I pointed out. Though to be fair, the pickles were a more serious matter then these things that were also known as my brothers.

This made Liam crack up, although I think anything would’ve caused us to crack up at this point.

Liam’s hand was suddenly yanked away from my waist.

I then noticed Troy had him by the collar.

“Let him go,” I tried to say firmly, but the words were slurred and ineffective. Now was a great time for cohesion to fail me. Great!

“What the fuck are you doing with my sister Liam?” Troy roared into his face. I could see the red veins in his eyes, as his face twisted in pure raw rage.

Cole was now standing between me and Liam, blocking my view of what was happening.

“OH bloody hell. He was dropping me off!” I stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Troy shot me a glare.

“You were meant to be studying!” he stated, sounding a tad pathetic.

Liam laughed, causing him to glare at me harder.

“I had things to do!” I pointed out. “Now, let him go!” I pointed out to Troy and started flicking my finger at him, for no apparent reason.

Troy pushed Liam away from him.

“Leave,” he ordered.

“Wait,” I added, and sat down on a step. Liam didn’t move an inch.

He smirked. “Are you going to miss me sugar?” he teased.

“Obviously! But…” I began, pushing a hand down my long black boots. I pulled out my gun and laid it on the step, then went back down, pulled out two wads of cash, and tossed them at Liam.

“Tonight’s take. Make sure Blake knows.”

He nodded.

“Miss you already,” he added and winked, then turned around and walked out the door.

I sighed and looked up at my two shirtless brothers.

They were both glaring at me.

I shrugged my shoulders. Heck, what was a girl meant to do in these types of situations?

“Bed time!” I screamed excitingly.

Both flinched at my sudden outburst.

I started to climb up the stairs.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Cole said, a mixture of hurt and anger in that voice.

Turning my head over my shoulder, I noticed Cole was pointing to my gun.

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