Chapter 50

I don’t question him, just start snapping up my boxers before sliding off the edge of the bed to grab my pants from the floor. “Dan,” I begin, fumbling with my shirt. His hands brush across my chest to pull the shirt down over my head. “Dan, babe, wait.”

He doesn’t look at me, just tugs on his own shirt, tucks it into his jeans, buckles his belt. When I catch his arm, he tries to shrug me off, but I don’t let go. “I’m sick of his shit,” he mutters. I can feel his muscles bunched beneath my hand. “I know he’s your brother but I’m going to hurt him, Michael. I promise you.”