Page 79 of Stitch
I turned to look at my gorgeous wife, sitting behind the wheel and effortlessly driving this huge piece of crap like it was a piece of piss. It was an unwieldy bastard, particularly on some of these stupid little roads, and truthfully I hated driving the damn thing. I missed my bike, and I missed that sense of freedom that you can only get from two wheels.
“Sorry. I was just wondering why the fuck Elise didn’t go straight home when we left. Why stick around without me?”
Camille shrugged. “It’s not her fault she missed the letters, Stitch. Isn’t she entitled to live her life how she wants to?”
“Not around my fucking brothers, no. You’ve seen what they’re like. She’s… she’s innocent, babe, she’s too fucking pure for those bastards.”
Camille was giggling. “You talk like she’s some virginal teen who’ll naively get deflowered by one of the men you love like a brother.”
I slammed my hand down on the dashboard.
“If they have, I’ll fucking kill them. I don’t even care who it is. Nobody touches my damn sister.”
“Wait, Stitch, it’s not up to you. She’s not a kid. What is she, twentysomething?”
“Twenty fucking one, Camille. Too young for the depraved shit those fuckers are into. Jesus… What do we have there, let’s see… hmmm… well we have the sick fucker who enjoys group sex and setting fire to people, the one who treats women like whores, just to prove his name is ironic. Oh… the child-star turned fucking porn-star, I don’t know… which of these fine examples of men is good enough for her? No. Fucking. One.”
Camille rolled her eyes. “Don’t come at her about this. If she’s interested in one of your brothers, it’s not your place to stop that happening.”
I curled my hand into a fist.
“Not. Happening. I’m their fucking VP, and I’ll kick them out of the club. No… that’s not enough. I’ll fucking castrate them, then kick them out. Oh… or maybe I should stitch their mouth too. I mean, what’s a suitable penalty for fucking my sister?”
Camille ignored me for a minute, concentrating on the road. Wow, from the motorway sign I just saw, we were already getting close. Forty minutes to go, maybe.
“She’s too good for a man like me, babe. That’s all I’m saying. We may act like we’re not just barbarian criminals, but essentially we still are.”
“Maybe we women like a bit of barbarian in our men.”
Cammy
Stitch gagged dramatically, andset me off giggling again.
“I’m just saying, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, Stitch.”
He started tapping away at his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Asking Reacher who the fuck has been near my sister in my absence.”
I reached out and batted his phone out of his hand, knocking it onto the floor somewhere by his feet, while he let out a curse and started scouring the floor forit.
“Think about what you’re doing, Stitch. Your grown sister deserves her privacy. You go snooping and all you’ll do is piss her off. Do you really want to be pushing her away right now?”
He shoved a hand through his blonde hair and cursed.
“Can you maybe not be right quite so often, babe? You’re showing me up. I used to be the calm one. The one who stepped in and defused trouble between brothers, and now I’m the one raging and being an ass. I swear, this isn’t me.”
Then he started rummaging for his phone again.
“The other question, dear wifey, is why she sounded reluctant to go back there. I mean, you caught that, right? She didn’t want to go back. If one of them hurt her-”
“If they did, you can stitch their balls to their mouths for all I care, but make sure you listen to her first, okay?”
“Jesus, I fucking love you. That’s a great idea, too. Maybe I’ll just threaten them all with that, if they even look at her. That should put a stop to any interest in her.”
He was even more of a caveman with his sister than with me, and it was a shock, but then maybe his response was more extreme right now because of what awaited him back at the clubhouse. Maybe it had nothing to do with his sister and her virginity, perceived or otherwise. Maybe it was just easier to focus on that right now.
