Titus: The Hawthornes (THE ACES’ SONS #12) by Nicole Jacquelyn EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Titus
“The next time I see you anywhere near her,” I snapped, holding the
asshole by the neckband of his shirt. “You’ll be breathin’ through a tube,
you nasty fuck.”
“Jesus, Titus,” my little sister Myla hissed, pulling on my arm.
“Enough.”
I ignored her.
“You understand?” I asked the guy, wrinkling my nose as his eyes
welled with tears.
“Got it,” he rasped, nodding like a bobblehead.
“Good. Get the fuck outta here.”
I stood in the middle of the bar and watched him race out like his ass
was on fire.
“He won’t bother you again,” I said cheerfully, turning toward my sister.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she scoffed, stomping toward our
friends in the corner.
“What’s up your ass now? You’re welcome, by the way.”
“You know,” she grouched, turning to face me. “I liked you a whole lot
better when you didn’t lose it at every single little thing that pissed you
off.”
“I didn’t lose it,” I argued. “He walked out on his own two feet, didn’t
he?”
“Yeah, this time.”
“Dude grabbed your ass!”
“And I was handling it, you moron!” she shouted.
Throwing my hands up in surrender, I took a step backward. “I’m sorry,
Rambo. Next time I’ll have you escort the creep out. My bad.”
Myla’s hands fisted at her sides just like they’d done when we were
kids, and for a second, anticipation shot through me at the thought of her
swinging. She had a solid right hook and I wouldn’t mind the split second
of adrenaline getting hit in the face would bring me. Of course, it wasn’t as
if I’d ever hit her back, so the feeling would be short-lived.
“I’m gonna stop inviting you out if you can’t control yourself,” she
growled.
“You didn’t invite me,” I replied dubiously. “I talked to Cian about it on
Thursday.”
“Next time I’ll tell him to keep his mouth shut.”
“All good then?” Cian asked, moving in behind Myla to look at me over
her head. “Heard my name.”
“Next time, don’t tell him where we’re going,” Myla bitched, pointing
her finger at me.
“Oh, alright.” He widened his eyes at me.
“Some asshole grabbed her ass at the bar and she’s upset about how I
took care of it,” I mocked.
“He nearly pissed himself!”
“Where is he?” Cian asked, searching the crowd like he’d find the guy.
“He’s gone.” I couldn’t hide the satisfaction in my voice.
“Maybe I liked him grabbing my ass,” Myla spit. “Ever think of that?”
“Yeah, that’s why you shot straight as an arrow and swung around like
you were going to tear his throat out with your teeth—because you liked it,”
I replied flatly.
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