Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(122)

And I was his woman.

No, he was not going to lie.

He was staking his claim.

“Hey, cowboy,” I whispered.

He straightened and aimed his gaze right at his brother.

I also aimed my gaze at High.

High’s face was made of stone.

“We’re together,” Hound announced. “We been together for months. We’re stayin’ together. Buyin’ a house together. Gettin’ married. Makin’ a baby girl together.”

Holy shit!

He was going all in with the baby girl and everything!

My heart leapt right up into my throat, filling it so full I felt like I was choking.

“We took our time, dealt with our shit, made sure it was solid,” Hound went on. “Dutch and Jagger know. Bev’s Keely’s girl, so she knows. Tomorrow, I was gonna share it with the brothers.”

“Coincidence me sittin’ here while you walk in like you own Black’s house, touch Keely like she’s your property, and suddenly you’re gonna tell the brothers tomorrow, man,” High said tightly, this not doing anything to alleviate my strangled feeling.

“Yeah, coincidence or bad timing, whatever way you wanna look at it,” Hound replied.

“I look at it as bullshit,” High returned.

Oh no.

“Logan,” Millie whispered, and I knew by the tremor in her voice she was up to speed on the shit show that had just begun.

“It’s not Black’s house.”

That was me, and High’s angry eyes cut to me.

“His money that bought it,” he bit out.

Oh boy.

Now I was getting angry.

“That’s true but—” I began.

“His money that kept it,” he spoke over me.

“Perhaps mostly, however—” I tried again.

“His house,” High gritted in conclusion.

“You interrupt my woman again, High, we’ll be outside havin’ words,” Hound growled.

Okay.

Shit.

No.

High slowly got up from his chair.

Millie got up from hers as he did, and she didn’t do it slowly.

Fuck!

“Men—” I started.

“Logan—” Millie began.

“Those words’ll come at the Compound. We’re callin’ in the brothers,” High decreed.

Absolutely no.

I shot out of my chair and slammed my fist on the table.

“No!” I shrieked at High.

“Low, let’s go into the other room and have a quick chat,” Millie said urgently to her man.

Having made her way the short distance to High, she put her hand on his chest.

But High’s eyes never left Hound.

“You trailin’ me or am I trailin’ you?” he asked my man.

“You sayin’ you won’t ride at my side?” Hound asked back.

“I’m sayin’ we got shit to sort with the brothers,” High returned. “But I’m not on my bike, Hound. This goin’ down, even if I was, I still wouldn’t ride at your side.”

Right.

That did it.

I’d had enough.

“And I’m saying we knew this was going to happen and Hound is all in to pay whatever price you all have absolutely no right whatsoever to require of him,” I snapped. “But I am not.”

“Baby,” Hound whispered, his hand coming to the small of my back.

But my gaze never left High.

“If Black was standing in this room, Hound wouldn’t be standing in this room. But Black hasn’t stood anywhere in eighteen years and I can’t even in my wildest imaginings think that he wouldn’t have wanted me to move on a long, long time ago and find my way back to happy,” I told High.

“He would never want you to do that with a brother, Keely,” High bit out.

“He would have wanted me to be happy whatever way I was genuinely happy, including finding that by falling in love with one of his brothers,” I shot back.

“You think that then you didn’t know your man very well,” High retorted.

Oh my God.

He didn’t just say that right to my face.

“Logan!” Millie snapped.

“How dare you,” I whispered.

“We’re takin’ this to the Compound,” Hound announced.

I looked up at my man. “No you are not. We’re having dinner with our boys and telling them this shit has gone down, and tomorrow you can do what you planned to do.” I turned again to High. “You and your brothers are just gonna have to wait.”

“It doesn’t work like that, Keely,” High returned.

“Logan, you need to step into the other room with me,” Millie hissed.

High didn’t move.

I leaned into my hand on the table, fingers spread out, putting my weight into the pad of each, and I stared right into High’s eyes.

“You owe me this,” I said quietly.

“Keely, babe,” Hound murmured.

I kept direct contact with High’s gaze.

“Your shit took away one man, I’m claiming another. You owe me this, Logan Judd. And you fucking know it.”

“Low, take a second,” Millie urged, “and listen to Keely.”