Wanting Shaw (Rockers' Legacy #5) - Terri Anne Browning Page 0,22

thought is, I can’t. You’re my brother now. And I have to make sure you don’t do shit that might ruin your life.” Pulling his phone from his jeans, he swiped his thumb over the screen and lifted it to his ear.

I leaned back against the railing as he spoke to my mom. “Yeah, I found him. The boy is going to need medical attention…” Ma’s shout reached my ears, and I sighed, knowing I was really going to get it when she saw me. “Not Jagger. Cannon,” Barrick explained. “Well, maybe Jagger too. His hands are pretty fucked up right now.” He told her where we were and then hung up.

“I’m sorry,” he said with sincere regret in his voice. “I know you’re going to catch hell for this. If I’d known what was really going on, I might not have even answered my phone earlier when she called.”

I shrugged. “It’s fine. Like I said, I’ll take whatever happens. I deserve it for not protecting Violet from him.”

“You couldn’t have known—” he tried to excuse.

“I should have, though. I’ve turned a blind eye to his shit for too long. I know him better than anyone, even his own parents.” I stabbed my fingers through my hair, unknowingly smearing blood across my forehead. “I should have realized what he was capable of and stopped him. Or, at the very least, been there to protect the girls.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over this. It happened, and you can’t change it.” He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “All you can really do now is learn from this.”

“Yeah. Well, I know one thing I learned.”

Barrick’s brows lifted. “What’s that?”

“If I’m going to kill someone, I should just break their neck as soon as I get my hands on them, so no one can fucking stop me next time.” I shrugged off his hand and climbed down the ladder.

Walking over to the nearest bench, I sat and waited.

It didn’t take long before Ma arrived, and all hell broke loose.

Chapter 9

Shaw

My parents were home by noon, thanks to a chartered jet. But they obviously hadn’t slept, and the murderous look on my mother’s face was enough to scare just about anyone.

I sat on the couch in the living room, still a little hungover. On the other end of the couch sat my brother, with an ice pack to his face. I’d heard Aunt Emmie on the phone with someone not long after she’d arrived at Violet’s house early that morning. She’d gone ballistic and then left with Uncle Nik. It had been hours before she’d returned and told me it was time to go home.

I hadn’t wanted to leave Vi, but I knew better than to argue with her. Especially when she looked like she was one smartass comment away from losing her shit and eviscerating everything—and everyone—in her path. I walked into my house with her and found my brother’s face almost unrecognizable.

His left eye was swollen closed, there were stitches in his cheek, and his lips were split open in several places. Cannon groaned with every shallow breath he took, and I couldn’t help smirking at him. “Remington Sawyer do that to you?” I’d taunted, figuring Violet’s friend had gone back to the party and fucked him up. I knew Remington had a thing for my best friend, and it wouldn’t have surprised me if he’d been the one to pound my douchebag brother into the massive bruise he currently was.

“No,” he’d grunted in my general direction without lifting his gaze, but he didn’t elaborate.

That only confused me. If it wasn’t Remington, then I didn’t know who else could have beaten the hell out of him. Luca was in Alabama, and Lyric had been with us all night, trying to soothe Violet because she was so upset.

I was still worried about her. Vi wasn’t one to let anyone see her emotional. She bottled things up when she knew others would get upset if she showed her feelings, which told me just how out of it she was. And it made me want to throw a few more punches at my brother for hurting her so badly.

As Mom paced back and forth in front of us, I debated just leaning over and throwing a punch at Cannon’s right eye to make it match the left one. But Mom must have read the intent on my face because she paused and glared down at me. “Keep your damn hands to yourself, Bradshaw Harper

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