Page 60 of Till The Sun Dies (Checkmate 2)

“No.” Chuckling, he rests his elbows on his knees and studies the concrete floor. “No, that wasn’t a strike, but I heard about you letting my girl party when she was underage. That’s worth a fuckin’ beatdown.”

“I didn’tlether!” I turn back to the car and let my frustrations out on the engine block. Like rebuilding this thing will rebuild the girl it belongs to, I work faster. “I didn’tlether party. I saved her drowning ass too many times to count.”

“And you didn’t tell her brother. You didn’t dob them in and make it stop.”

Stopping, I tilt my head. “Dob?”

He snorts. “Like,snitch. My point is, you aided and abetted, motherfucker. Inmycourthouse, that’s a punishable crime.”

I slam my finger between steel and let out a roar of frustration. “Motherfuck! Slut of a fuckin’ bitch!” I throw the shifter with a shout and take pleasure in the way it bounces off the steel garage door. “Stupid fuckin’ c–” I let out an angry growl.

Kane simply watches me with a lifted brow. “Anger issues, brother? Need a Snickers?”

“Fuck you, Bishop! Fuck your courthouse. Fuck you up the ass with a blowtorch until you breathe fire.”

He chuckles and watches me pace the front of the car. “You know how to paint a picture, man.” When I pick up a second wrench and toss it after the first, he stands and transforms from entertained to bordering on pissed. “You need to cool your shit. I turned the feed off, they won’t hear your words, but they’re sure as shit gonna hear you throw tools. You’re making it worse for her, so get your shit under control. You got to eat a meal with her. You made her laugh. Take your victory and walk your bullshit mood off.”

“Fuck!” My dad’s raging eyes flash in my mind. His tantrums. His anger. His intent to make everyone else around him as miserable as he was.

Then his eyes while he died…

I walk to the garage door and pull it open. Turning back, I stare at the car that now has a brand-new dent because of my shitty mood. I turn away and scrub my hands over my face.

“Come back tomorrow, Ang. It’ll work out.”

“Yeah.”Because everything always works out for guys like me.

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