Becoming A Vincent (The Wild Ones 1)

It’s Tomahawk. I’d never hear the end of it if everyone knew exactly how privileged my upbringing was. Or what my family is known for…

“Delaney called Killian after the rumor mill exploded. Lilah got on the phone and said you two broke up because she just couldn’t do the settling down thing like she thought. I just came by to fix things, because if Delaney comes after you, I’ll have to maim your face or something.” He says all this as though it’s just a normal conversation and no big deal.

My mother blinks in surprise, and my brother’s smile grows.

“I’d hate to do that, since we’re friends and all,” Paul goes on conversationally. “But I really like Delaney, and I already feel like the runner-up since she originally went after you until she learned Lilah already had dibs.”

“In all these years, I never realized just how interesting this town was,” my brother says quietly.

Cursing, I shift the peas off my balls so I can stand up. “I’ve been in love with Lilah Vincent for almost a year. No, I don’t want to steal Delaney from you. And yes, I do want to fix things with Lilah. Tell Delaney not to tell all the other beardless followers that Lilah dumped me. Got it?”

He nods, a smile curving his lips now.

“Got it.” Then Paul’s smile disappears. “How are you going to get past the brothers? You know they’ll be ready to kick your ass if you start hassling her. You can fight, but there’s two of them. And…they’re Vincents. They won’t hold back if Lilah lets them off the leash. And they won’t fight fair if they’re not on that leash.”

I’m painfully aware they’ve never fought me dirty, which is why I always won. As long as Killian couldn’t hit me with his mean right, I could kick their asses. One at a time.

Two at once in an unfair setting? My odds greatly depreciate.

“Actually…I need your help with that.”

He pales. As expected.

“Nope. No. Not happening. I never want a Vincent coming after me. You’re on your own.”

“I can help,” Deacon says, looking over at me.

My jaw grinds.

“I owe you this. I think it’s time to…try to fix things. I’m also not scared of two guys who got their asses kicked by a girl,” my brother goes on.

“A Vincent girl,” Paul is quick to interject. He wasn’t here, but he knows the drill without having seen it today. “They allow her to kick their asses.”

I nod in agreement with him.

Deacon shrugs. “I’m sure I can handle it.”

Considering I’ve always wanted payback, I have no qualms about sending him in unprepared.

“If you make her hate me worse, I’ll kill you myself,” I say with a pointed stare.

“I don’t want her to hate you. I just want to help you fix this,” he tells me earnestly.

Sadie walks by, and we all get quiet.

“What?” she asks, studying us. “Are you two talking about me?” she asks, her eyes narrowing as she points between me and Deacon.

“No. We’re talking about Lilah,” Paul says, frowning. “Who the hell are you?”

Her face relaxes. “Sadie.”

He continues to stare at her. “Okay…but who are you?”

In that moment, Sadie’s face falls, and she realizes she wasn’t important enough for me to ever whine about when I ran off to this place. She blows out a breath before turning and walking away.

Deacon is practically beaming.

“So what do I do?” my brother asks, unaware of what’s about to happen to him.

“Deliver a message.”

“Can’t you just call her?” my mother asks, confused. Hell, I forgot she’s been listening to all this.

“Lilah doesn’t have a phone,” Paul supplies.

“Her flag is up, so I know she’s at home right now,” I go on.

“Her flag is up?” Deacon asks, eyebrows rising.

“Are you going to help or not?” I ask him, exasperated. I don’t have the time or patience to explain Tomahawk to him right now.

“Two against two sounds like better odds, so I’m definitely going to help. What’s the message?”

“Not today,” Paul says, shaking his head. “The brothers won’t leave her today. Wait until tomorrow.”

As much as I hate the thought of giving her more time to stew, I know he’s right. If I tried to cross the lake, they’d possibly throw pipe bombs at me.

I wish I was kidding.

“You think you could get them out tomorrow?” I ask him.

“Me? No. Delaney can though, as long as I explain that there’s a really good reason for all this. There is a reason for all this, right? It’s not just because Lilah is afraid to settle down?” Paul asks with a frown.

Yeah, no. I’m not telling him.

“Helping or not, Paul? In or out?”

“Delaney might come for him if you don’t hurry up and help,” my brother goads, not knowing anything at all about Delaney.

She’d never do that to Lilah. Even if she wasn’t her friend, Delaney isn’t suicidal.