Page 62 of Tangled Lies
“Roe, you’re going to break the glass,” Knox said, and I stopped to look down at the fact my hand was practically shaking as I held the tumbler.
“I’m going to go kill someone. I’ll be back.”
And I meant it.
I abandoned the drink and my brothers. All I had on was a t-shirt and sweatpants, but fucking hell, I needed to get away from here. I needed away from her scent. I needed away from the way she was screaming under Jett.
It wasn’t him that pissed me off. It was me. It was the way I realized if I didn’t walk away now, I wasn’t going to be able to.
I couldn’t get attached to anyone. Sex was sex. It didn’t mean shit.
The goal had been to make her never mention Carrow ever again. Shit. The clawing unease in my chest, what the fuck was it?
Jealousy.
I was jealous that someone else could have what was ours. The marriage might have been mine, but she was so fuckingperfect. She’d put up with Jett’s impulses. She wasn’t scared of Knox’s unpredictable quiet. Shit, Talon. Even he saw through her masks and trusted her. Why?
Why was this happening?
She was supposed to be an easy way to get to the uncle.
“Wait up. Stop, Ronan. You can’t go out there. Not like this. You’ll make a mistake and get caught,” Talon said, his hand grabbing my shoulder to hold me back.
“Let’s head down to the gym, because fuck, I need to work off, well. Let’s just go and I’ll let you punch me. Knox? You in?” Talon asked.
I shifted my direction and practically ran for the gym in the basement. I couldn’t hear her scream Jett’s name one more time. Not because I hated that Jett could make her scream, but because I wanted to be there. I wanted to touch her again and again and she wasn’t ready.
I grabbed some gloves to protect my knuckles as I hit the ground running. I was already heading straight for a bag, punching it so hard the metal chain cried out as it fought to keep the bag firmly where I needed it to be.
I punched, I jabbed, I kicked. I needed violence.
“Hey, hey. What happened to meeting me in the ring?” Talon asked.
I glanced over and saw the sweat falling along his skin.
“Yeah. Sure. You warmed up?”
I didn’t actually need an answer. I quit the abuse on the bag and slid into the ring we had in the basement.
Talon followed and we were set in seconds. Knox called it, telling us to go. There were no rules here except we couldn’t kill each other and no breaking anything.
We were all well matched and the fights almost always went on forever, until one of us tired.
I blocked a kick to land a hook, just barely. We fought and fought until I finally felt my muscles cry for a break. I collapsed.
“Time,” I said and held up a hand.
Knox and Talon moved closer.
“I’m not some fragile doll like the little princess upstairs.”
I didn’t like how they were keeping a distance like I could break.
“Yeah. Not really what we were thinking, sweetheart,” Talon said and nudged an outstretched leg with his foot.
“You have a heart in there, tin man?” Knox asked.
I looked up through the sweat slicked hair hanging in front of my eyes.
