Page 48 of Scarred Heir
“I’m not worried about food.” He tapped his hand onthe couch. “I’m too busy wondering why you look like you’ve been to Paris.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You don’t own anything like that.” He motioned to my new jeans, black leather boots, and soft cream sweater. “You would never buy something like that.”
“I could never afford something like this.”
“What did you have to do to get it?” he mumbled.
“Excuse me?” I hopped off the couch and paced the room. “What are you suggesting I did?”
Milo tying me up flashed through my thoughts faster than a freight train coming down the tracks. I couldn’t seem to get those steamy images out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried.
“Sable.” He stood and grabbed my arm. “I’m not stupid. I know what you offered him to get me out of this mess I got us into. I’m sorry I made you do that.”
“You didn’t make me do anything.” I faced him. “It was my choice to go to Milo. I’m an adult.”
“You were protecting me.”
“I’ll always protect you.” I patted his cheek. “Even if you are an idiot.”
“Did the asshole give you any indication when your debt would be paid?”
“Don’t call him that.”
“Don’t defend him.” Chance clenched his fists. “Not to me. We both know who and what he is.”
“He’s not that bad,” I said. “And he didn’t get us into this situation.”
“What’s gotten into you?” He held up his hand. “Don’t answer that.”
“Don’t be vulgar.”
“Well, without being vulgar, if you’ve already done what you came here to do, when can we leave?”
“Where is it that you think you’re going to go?” Milo leaned against the doorframe. “Back to not being able to pay your rent? Borrowing from scum like Bello?”
“Milo.” I stepped around my brother so I could be a buffer between these two volatile people. “I didn’t realize you were home.”
“You didn’t answer me.” Milo stared over my shoulder. “If I let you walk out of here today, where would you go? What would you do?”
“I’m sure that we could?—”
Milo cut me off and pointed at Chance. “I’m talking to him. If he wants to be a man, let him answer for himself. Stop hiding behind your sister.”
“We’re going to be fine.” The agitation in Chance’s tone startled me. If he provoked Milo, I wasn’t sure I could save him.
“What’s your plan?” Milo taunted. “I’m sure it’s elaborate and well thought out.”
“I’m going to get a job,” Chance said. “Sable and I will make it work. We always do.”
“You should be taking care of Sable,” Milo said. “You want a life on the streets? You want to be part of my world? You should be protecting her, not putting her in dangerous situations with men like Bello.”
“Or men like you?” Chance asked.
“You fucking runt.” Milo came toward Chance, but I held out my hand, backing him off. “I warned you not to get between us.”
“We can’t keep doing this if you want me to stay with you.” I ran my hand over his heart, hoping it would diffuse the murderous intent in hisicy eyes.
