I thin my eyes, liquid heat running down my arms, because now he has me afraid.
“Why are you worried?” I ask him.
“Because my grandfather is coming up on re-election, and Will is a mess.”
The weight of what he’s suggesting slowly starts to sink in. My father threatened me with it countless times, but I’ve never heard of anyone actually being sent there. He’d be in more danger there than not.
But…he’d be out of the way. He’d be unheard and unseen. No longer a liability.
“Ivar was born a year ago.” I look down at Rika as I hold Winter’s hand, realization hitting me. “He wouldn’t have abandoned me this long. Not willingly.”
She shakes her head. “They wouldn’t…”
“I really hope not,” I say. “Even if we can find it, we’ll never get in.”
Misha moves up, standing directly at Rika’s side. “Don’t you worry about it,” he tells me. “We’ll take care of it.”
What? We’ll take care of…
I grab Rika’s arm and pull her over to my side as I glare at him. “That’s right. We will.”
You little shit. You know what your parents almost married makes you and her? Absolutely nothing. No one shuts me out.
“This is family business,” he maintains.
“And I’m the oldest,” I fire back, inching forward. “Get in line.”
He may very well be her step-brother at some point, but I’m blood.
“Guys…” Rika shoots out her hands to push us both back.
“You fucked him up enough,” Misha warns, meeting me eye to eye, “and I’m not twelve anymore.”
“Yeah, I know.” I smile, giving him a pat on the cheek. He jerks away. “You grew into a pretty young thing, didn’t ya, Princess?” I flick the earring in his lip. “You wear more jewelry than a chick, but let’s get one thing clear. The only thing those pathetic tattoos serve to do is hide that baby soft skin underneath.”
He smirks. “Turning you on, am I?”
His girl snorts behind him, and I scowl.
Misha pushes forward, ignoring Rika’s protests. “You’re bad for him.”
“I didn’t let him O.D. to his death on my watch,” I growl, throwing the death of his sister in his face.
Misha shoves me in the chest, forcing me back, and the next thing I know, we’re both on the ground, scrambling to get on top of each other and punch the living daylights out of one another.
Okay, that was low. Annie was sweet and all. Honestly. But he has some nerve suggesting he’ll take care of Will better after what happened to his kid sister. What a little shit.
And to even suggest that he, Rika, and Will are “family business” that doesn’t involve me makes me want to grind my boot into his pretty, little, fucking face.
“That’s enough!” Rika yells.
I feel people around us as the girls probably scramble to pull us away from each other, but he’s had this fucking coming. Wallowing around town in his own personal black parade, all woe is me, because he has a good dad and money and a safe home life, but turning up his nose at it in his hippie search for truth.
“Stop it!”
Someone pulls at my shoulders as I almost get him under me, so I can straddle the little fucker and then maybe he can write a poem about it.
But then ice-cold water hits us both, and I gasp, pausing long enough for Rika to kick me off from him. I fall to the side, both of us breathing hard.