Break Me (Brayshaw High) - Meagan Brandy Page 0,137
I shout, banging my head against the door to jerk myself free, but she digs her claws in deeper.
“I said stay in your fucking seat!” Bass shouts.
“I’m in the fucking seat, you said nothing about the window.” The girl smirks and his growl turns into a groan.
“Hey, Pamela Anderson’s spawn, get your fucking hands off me or you’re gonna have problems.”
“Oh.” She fake pouts. “I’ve got plenty of those, what’s one more?”
“How ‘bout one that ends with a knife in your side?”
Our heads jerk toward the porch to find Raven, Victoria, Maddoc, and Cap all standing there.
Raven flips her knife open, running it along her index finger, her eyes popping up. “Been a while since I’ve got to use this baby. Give me a reason to.”
A rasped, mocking laugh leaves the girl but Bass cuts her off quickly.
“Cut it, rich girl. Let the bitch go.”
I tighten my hold, digging my knee into his spine and he jerks, trying to reach back.
He manages to slip around, and then we’re rolling again.
We jump to our feet, his grip tight on my stretched collar, until he has my chain locked in his fist.
The motherfucker meets my eyes, and a fire flares in mine.
He knows better than to touch—
He rips it off, my family crest flying somewhere to the left, so I lay his ass out.
He falls back, slamming hard onto the rocks beneath his feet, and I jump on top. I serve him another hard hit to the jaw and his hand shoots up to grip my neck, squeezing, and my airway closes.
But I wink at the bitch, wishing for unconsciousness.
It’s only fair I lose it too, right? Like she did?
I let him go, allow him his other hand to fly up and grip me tighter.
The world around me starts to spin, and when a grin starts to split my lips as the gray takes over, his eyes narrow.
The bastard sees what I want and tosses me aside instead, refusing to give it to me.
I cough, choking for air, and he pants, climbing to his feet as I do.
“Are you guys done now?”
Our eyes fly to the porch to find Brielle standing there.
It’s Bass who speaks first. “You’re in his house...” He trails off, pushing to his full height, and we both slip closer. “I know what this place means to them, to him. If you’re inside this house, then you’re...” His features pull tight.
She gives a small smile. “Inside his heart?”
Fuck me, my chest pounds heavy.
His jaw tics, the tension on his face doubling. “Brielle,” he edges.
Her eyes find mine and I have to grip the porch railing to keep myself standing.
Baby girl...
Brielle’s eyes soften, a small curve to her lips. I don’t realize I’ve moved closer until I’m shoved aside, and Bass slips between us.
He dashes up the steps, grips her by the arm, and pulls.
I lose my shit, dart forward, rip his arm from her body and gently nudge her back.
My brothers come to stand before her, and Bass’ eyes shoot wide.
“Are you for fucking real?!” he shouts. “You want to guard her from me? That’s my fucking sister!”
Brielle’s hand lands on Captain’s arm and his eyes find mine.
I give him no sign, so when she goes to step around him, he lets her.
She steps closer, toward me, and my gut twists when she inches past. “Bass, please. Don’t do this.”
“Seriously?!” is shouted from behind us and all eyes snap that way.
Barbie sits on the edge of the door, her arms folded over the hood. “We drove ten fucking hours through the night to get to you, then you ignore him for days, and that’s the first shit you say when he whoops ass in your name?!”
“Shut up!” Bass shouts.
You can spot her eye roll from here. “What, you know you’re thinking the same thing!”
He whips around. “I said—”
“Yeah, yeah,” she cuts him off, dropping back in the seat and rolling up the window.
Brielle tips her head, squinting at the car, at the girl. “Who is that?”
“Don’t.” He glares at her. “Get in the car, Brielle. Now.”
My heart stops.
She can’t leave.
I need her here, we need her here.
As if he could hear my inner thoughts, he says to her, “You don’t belong here, Brielle. Let’s go.”
“You’re an idiot if you think that’s true.”
“And you don’t know shit,” he forces past clenched teeth. “Stay the fuck out of it.”
“I know you haven’t been to see her, that you don’t have someone watching out for her. That you pretty fucking much dropped