Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys #4)(73)
But I stopped and stood up.
“Who's the cocksucker now, motherf*cker?”
Pulling out my gun, I aimed it directly in front of his f*cking face.
<>Briggs<>
It was like Deja vu.
For a second I thought I was fifteen years old and back in my room. Witnessing that hell all over again. Except this time it wasn’t my ruthless, corrupt, murdering uncle.
This was Austin.
My Austin.
He looked f*cking crazed. I had never seen him like that before, and it was scary as hell.
“Austin…” I coaxed, gently settling my hand over his that was still placed on the gun. “Give me the gun. You’re not a murderer. Now, give me the gun.”
“What do you think he was going to f*cking do if you had shown up by yourself? Why do you think he wanted me to leave? Huh?” he argued with a dark tone in his voice I’d never heard before.
“It doesn’t matter. You were here. Now, put the gun away or give it to me.”
He peered back and forth between us.
“Austin, we have like five minutes to get the f*ck out of here before this place is swarming with cops or worse, his men. I guarantee you there are cameras in this f*cking warehouse. We need to go,” I ordered. “Now get your shit together and put away your damn gun. You already did plenty of damage.”
He took a deep breath and placed the gun back in his holster. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Come on.” I grabbed his hand, pulling him with me. Austin spit in his face before he came with me.
We ran out to the car. He put it in drive before I even had a chance to close my door.
“Jesus Christ, Austin!” I screamed, smacking my hands on the dashboard. “You have no f*cking idea what you’ve just done. You don’t know who you just f*cked with.”
And I wasn’t talking about Hector.
He just drove ignoring my statement, white knuckling the steering wheel. His hands were still bloody from the brutal assault, and I resisted the urge to ask him if he was okay.
We got stuck in over an hour-and-a-half of traffic, a horrible car accident blocking up all the roads. Which only made me dwell more on the fact of what I knew would come of this. By the time we made it back to the hotel room I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew the worst was still yet to come, and his name was Alejandro Martinez. And that scared me more than anything. I wasn’t ready for any of it.
How the f*ck could Austin do this?
“We got to go,” I rambled, running inside, grabbing as many clothes as I saw lying around our disaster of a room. “You have no idea what shit storm you just created.”
He gripped my arm, stopping me.
“Are you f*cking kidding me, Briggs? Do you honestly think I would ever let someone talk to you like that? In front of me! What the f*ck were you doing provoking him like that? What kind of man do you think I am? I would never f*cking let anything happen to you! What the f*ck do you think was going to happen had I not been there?”
I shook my head, ignoring his question about provoking Hector. That’s just the way it was with my uncle’s friends. It was meaningless bullshit banter.
“No, Austin. My unc—” I stopped myself from revealing the truth.
He cocked his head to the side with a glare in his eyes that said he already knew something was up.
“Your what, Briggs? Finish that f*cking sentence,” he gritted out.
“Her uncle.”
I immediately shut my eyes, hearing my uncle’s voice as he walked into the living room from the balcony in the other room. Stopping when he was standing right next to us.
“I suggest you let go of my niece’s arm before I remove it for you.”
“Uncle,” I murmured, opening my eyes to look deep into his.
His cold, dark eyes didn’t waver from Austin’s. And Austin didn’t cower down either, but he let go of my arm.
“Your uncle?” Austin roared in a tone that I knew my uncle wouldn’t appreciate. “He’s your f*cking uncle? Oh my God… I’m such a f*cking idiot.”
He backed away from me, immediately taking his warmth, his comfort, his love with him.
The air was so thick between us I could hardly breathe. My heart was pounding and my mind was spinning.
“No shit,” Uncle spewed. “What the f*ck was that back there?”
Austin was over to him in three strides, getting right in front of my uncle’s face. I stood back and watched in terror. No one stood up to him and if they did, they were now six feet under.
No one crossed him.
Period.
My uncle didn’t even blink. Remaining the solid man he always was behind the expensive suit.
Austin sized him up and down with an intense look like he had lost his goddamn mind.
I swallowed, hard.
Waiting.
“I was doing my job. Protecting your niece, seeing as you don’t give a f*ck about her safety.”
There was no reaction from my uncle.
Not one.
It was then that I saw it… there was a war raging in his eyes.
I just didn’t know if it was in our favor.
Uncle suddenly cocked his head to the side, taking Austin in for the first time.
“You want to step up to me, Austin Taylor?” Uncle coaxed in a calm tone, like right before a snake kills. “I protect what’s mine. You want to question that? Then I’ll be sure to send you Hector’s cock on a silver f*cking platter.”