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kill me right here.”

“Oh no.” Ari shook his head. “And give the warriors a chance to rescue you? I don’t think so.”

The hellhound touched the guy’s shoulder, and the couple stopped. They looked at him, and the woman appeared to be on the verge of crying.

That was what hellhounds did. Drained all the happiness out of someone.

“One nod and Ezekiel will kill them, along with their child,” Ari said.

Grinding his teeth, Cadeym agreed to go with Ari, the humans unaware of the sacrifice he was making for them and the others in Maple Grove who had no idea how close they were to dying a painful death.

Chapter Five

Getty’s jaw dropped when he walked into his house. There was shattered glass everywhere, and Bimbo was screaming at the top of her lungs at Getty’s father.

“You worthless piece of shit! You can’t even support me! I should’ve never gotten with you, you broke-dick bastard!” She slapped her hands on the dining room table.

That was something Getty didn’t want to know about. “What in the hell is going on?” he demanded.

It wasn’t as if they were breaking their own things. From the pieces on the floor, Getty saw that his only wine glass set had been destroyed. They had been a gift from his mother.

His father gave a deep, throaty laugh. “Support you? Why in the fuck should I take care of you when you’re opening your legs to any man who’ll pay you? Do I look that big of a fool to you, Amanda?”

Oh yeah. That was her name. “You two need to chill out,” Getty said. “Go for a walk, and while you’re out there, find a damn job and your own place to live.”

Getty normally wasn’t this vocal when it came to his father, but those wine glasses had meant a lot to Getty.

Bimbo—because Getty loved calling her that—picked up the salad bowl on the table and whipped it at Getty’s father’s head. His father ducked, and the bowl hit the wall, shattering.

“I wouldn’t have to get money from other sources if you knew how to hold down a job, Dick. I don’t even consider you a man. Real men know how to take care of theirs. All you know how to do is drink and slide between my legs.”

“Stop!” Getty gagged as he held up his hands. “I don’t want to hear any of that.” He turned to her. “Throw one more thing of mine and I’ll put you out on your ass.”

Which was what he should do, anyway. She contributed nothing and wasn’t even family. Getty didn’t owe her a damn thing, but he was certain he couldn’t throw her out. Not physically. One, she would be petty enough to call the cops and say Getty assaulted her.

Two, Bimbo wasn’t a small woman. She wasn’t fat, but she was thick and could probably kick his ass or claw him to death with those long nails she loved to wear.

“Throw one more thing at me and I won’t be responsible for what I do,” Getty’s dad threatened.

Getty was shocked. He’d never heard his father threaten a woman before. He and Getty’s mother had gotten into some bad fights, but he’d never raised a hand to her. Getty hadn’t thought his father was the type to strike a woman.

“Dad!”

His father glared at him. “What? She ain’t no woman. She’s a gold-digging slut who thinks if she puts out, a man should cater to her every fucking need.”

Getty was floored. Not even in the worst arguments his parents went through had his father talked this way. It was as if he was staring at a stranger.

Bimbo shrieked and picked up a drinking glass, whipping it at her boyfriend. Getty’s dad snarled and rounded the table. Bimbo rushed behind Getty, as if he could stop his father from getting to her.

Getty held his arms out. “Both of you need to stop acting so childish. Adults talk about their problems. Only toddlers resort to this.”

A solid headache formed, and Getty wished he were already at Donnchadh’s place. He’d rather be anywhere but here.

His father came up short and shot daggers at her. “Get away from my son. He’s not going to help you, bitch.”

Wow. Just…wow.

She grabbed Getty’s shoulders, and he felt her nails digging into him. Getty winced and tried to pull away, but she had a tight grip on him.

“Stop.” He tried to pull away again, but she wouldn’t let him go. “You’re hurting me!”

Then she flew backward, landing on her ass.