Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(6)

“EVA! WHAT THE FUCK!”

I swiveled around. Frankie was storming toward us, kicking poor, innocent pumpkins out of his way.

“Great,” I groaned. “Frankie found me.”

“Your man?” Deuce asked, watching Frankie’s temper tantrum with marked interest.

My eyes bugged out of my head. “Ew! He’s my fake brother!”

Frankie’s long brown hair was flying all over the place, and his dark brown eyes had darkened further with burgeoning anger. Only fifteen and he was already six feet tall with the body of a quarterback. He wasn’t as big as Deuce was, but he would be someday.

“I know you?” Frankie hissed, stopping only inches from Deuce.

Deuce’s eyebrows popped up, and he smirked. “No, kid. ’Fraid we haven’t had the pleasure.”

Frankie hated being called a kid, especially in front of me. I watched as his hands clenched into fists.

Deuce wasn’t smiling anymore. “You’re gonna wanna reel that in. I don’t take shit from grown men, and I’m sure as shit not gonna take shit from an * who’s pretendin’ he’s grown ’cause he wants down a girl’s pants.”

I closed my eyes. Deuce didn’t know Frankie, therefore he didn’t know that Frankie wasn’t trying to impress me. This was just the way he was all the time. Before he could throw a punch and get his butt kicked by Deuce, I pushed in between them and wrapped my arms around Frankie’s middle.

“I missed you,” I said hurriedly. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you and couldn’t find you anywhere. I asked Deuce to help me look for you.”

Frankie’s arms wrapped around me, and his hard body sagged against mine. One of his hands fisted in my hair, and the other held tight to my waist.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I just thought…I don’t know…you gotta stay close to me. I can’t f*ckin’ protect you if I don’t know where you are. If somethin’ happened to you, baby, I would kill myself. Can’t be in this world without you. Fuck, I can’t even think ’bout you bein’ gone. Makes me f*ckin’ crazy.”

“Oh, Frankie,” I whispered. “You gotta stop worrying. Nothing’s gonna happen to me, and I’m never going to leave you.”

? ? ?

Deuce hesitated leaving Eva alone with that crazy little shit, but it looked as if she was the only person who had any sort of control over him, so he left her to it. He knew kids like Frankie growing up—jacked in the head, no control, caught crazy at the drop of a hat, and usually ended up dead before they turned thirty. Preacher giving him a cut had been a big mistake. He didn’t give a shit how much love Preacher had for the boy. When shit got intense—and it always did—you needed level-headed men on your crew.

“Dare you to touch her tits.”

Deuce paused beside a run-down barn at the edge of the farm.

“Dare you to f*ck her.”

“Preacher finds out, he’ll kill you.”

He stiffened. Little shits were talking about Eva.

“I’m not scared of Preacher. ’Sides, she’s the only bitch here old enough to f*ck.”

“She’s f*ckin’ ugly. Except for her tits; bitch has nice tits. I’d f*ck her just to see those tits.”

Deuce saw red. Eva was twelve years old. Yeah, she had tits, twelve-year-old tits. And these f*ckers were around sixteen and seventeen. He cracked his knuckles and stalked inside the barn.

Five little shits were leaning back against a row of empty horse stalls, smoking cigarettes, acting like they were grown.

“Deuce,” one of the little shits said. “What’s up, man?”

He didn’t answer. Just walked up to the first little shit, kicked him in his face, and then moved on to the next. Yanking little shit number two up by his collar, he spit in his face, gave him a fist to the gut, and tossed him to the side.

The remaining three had scrambled behind stacked bales of hay.

“Get your f*ckin’ asses back here,” he said, pulling his piece from the back of his jeans. “And take your f*ckin’ punishment like the men you ain’t. If not, I got some bullets with your f*ckin’ names on ’em.”

“What the f*ck did we do?” a pimply-faced, gangly little shit screeched.

Using his gun, he gestured to where they had been sitting just moments ago. “Get. The. Fuck. Over. Here.”

They got.

“I hear you talkin’ ’bout Eva again. I see you lookin’ at Eva. I see you within a hundred feet of Eva. You are all dead. You feel me?”

Wide-eyed, they nodded.

“Gonna go find your fathers next and tell them what kinda bastards they’re raisin’. And I ’spect they’ll be beatin’ the shit outta you next, but first you’re dealin’ with me.”

He took the third little shit by his greasy hair and brought the kid’s head down on his knee. Out cold, he shoved him to the side.

The fourth little shit pissed himself the moment Deuce stepped to him. Laughing, he moved on to the last little shit. The one who had called Eva ugly. Grabbing his neck, he shoved the barrel of his gun in the boy’s mouth.

“Know for a fact you got a couple of sisters. Know for a fact one of ’em is just a year older than Eva. How ’bout I go find your little sister and f*ck her? How ’bout I get some of my boys to f*ck her, too? Maybe we can all f*ck her at the same time? Fuck her in her mouth, and her *, and her f*ckin’ *. Sound good?”