The Brink (Unbroken Raine Falling 3)

“Just paying you and Master Pervert a friendly visit.” Bill leaned and settled his stare on Gwyneth, undressing her with his eyes. “Is this another kinky whore you tie up and beat? She sure is pretty.”

Gwyneth gaped indignantly. “How dare—”

“Shut up,” Liam snapped, wanting to slam Bill’s teeth down his throat. No woman should have to endure Bill’s vile nature. And his protective instinct now extended to Kyle. “Get in the bloody car.”

“Did you knock this one up?” Bill winked. “Good job. Maybe you’ll plant a seed in Raine’s belly soon, too. I’ve always wanted to be a grandpa. I think I’d make a good one, don’t you?”

“So you could try to rape that child, too?”

Bill waved him away. “Don’t make me out to be some villain. Master Pervert popped Raine’s cherry when she was underage.”

Liam surged forward and lunged in Bill’s face. “Hammer never touched—” No, he didn’t owe Raine’s father any explanation. Nor would Bill believe the truth. Blood boiling, he shoved a finger in the old man’s face. “Turn around and leave while you still can, Kendall.”

“Does my daughter know you’re fucking this blonde, too? ’Cuz I’ll bet Raine will get pissy if she finds out you’re shoving your deviant dick into this beauty’s juicy cunt,” Bill taunted gleefully, then turned to Gwyneth. “It is juicy, isn’t it, honey?”

She clutched Kyle tighter to her chest and glanced nervously at Liam.

“Get in the bloody car, Gwyneth,” he growled. “Now!”

Finally, she scurried into the backseat with the baby, then quickly shut and locked the door.

Liam narrowed his gaze on Kendall. For the hundredth time, he wondered how the sorry sack of shit had had any part of making their beautiful Raine.

The violence Liam wanted to unleash on the man scared him. He’d seen the photographs of the abuse this animal had heaped on her. It made him crazy that Bill continued to breathe. Liam had to beat back the urge to fix that.

“Did you think Hammer was kidding when he said he’d put a bullet in your head? I’d be happy to do it in his stead. Turn the fuck around and leave. You won’t get another warning.”

Bill plucked a toothpick from behind his ear, seemingly unconcerned, and picked at his tobacco-stained teeth. “I ain’t going anywhere without my money.”

Cold fury poured through Liam. “Your money tree has dried up, old man. Fuck off.”

“I don’t think so. You two don’t get to plow my daughter every which way for free. If you freaks want to keep boning Raine… Well, Hammer has been paying for the pleasure since she was seventeen. You two will have to keep paying.”

With a roar, Liam snapped and grabbed Bill by the scruff of his grimy shirt. As he slammed the devil against the SUV, the car rocked. Gwyneth shrieked. Kendall’s mouth fell open in shock, the toothpick tumbling from between his lips. His face turned red, making the scar Raine had slashed across his cheek look even whiter.

“She’s not a whore,” Liam spat. “And the thought of you trying to be her pimp is revolting. If you talk about the woman I love like that again, I will kill you myself.” Liam dropped Kendall to his feet.

The man scowled at him furiously. “Pay me. Or you’ll all be sorry.”

Finally, the shitbag skulked across the parking lot, heaved into his truck, and pulled away.

The wind ruffled Liam’s hair, holding a bit of a nip. He dragged in the air, hoping it would cool him down. No such luck. He prided himself on being a man in control. Bill Kendall made him want to strip away his civility and murder the miscreant with his bare hands.

As he rolled out of sight, Liam scrubbed a hand down his face, then yanked his phone from his pocket. He fired off a text to Hammer about Bill’s visit, as well as his threats. He also advised Macen that Gwyneth was clear of the club before tucking his mobile away.

Liam closed his eyes. When is this bloody day going to end?

Forcing himself to carry on, he climbed into the driver’s seat. At least delivering his ex-wife to Beck’s would mean one fewer problem.

He glanced in the rearview and spied Gwyneth’s pale face. He suspected she’d heard every word of his exchange with Kendall, especially since the window beside her was open an inch or two. Hammer must have left it cracked. Liam muttered an inward curse.

Swiveling in his seat, he turned to see his ex buckled up with Kyle still clutched in her arms. She looked honestly shaken.

“Are you both all right?”

Gwyneth remained silent for once.

Liam frowned. He didn’t know much about babies, but he’d watched the telly. “Do you have a car seat for the boy?”

She froze. “No. I… The airlines lost it. They promised to call me when they found it.”