Play It Safe(114)

No, I wasn’t.

I didn’t answer her.

I spoke to Lash.

“I know why,” I said softly and both Gray and Lash’s eyes came to me. When I got Lash’s attention, I continued, “If you gave Gray the info and he chose not to tell me, you thought, if Casey made his way back to me, whenever and for whatever reason, because, being Casey, even though it’s been years, he’d eventually need me, you thought I’d buckle.”

Lash gave it to me straight with his prompt answer of, “Yes.”

I studied him knowing he was right.

I loved my brother.

It was a failing.

I looked to Gray then to Macy then to my feet as they moved me through the kitchen and I muttered, “Let’s get this done.”

Gray and Lash separated so I could squeeze through them. I led and, with Macy, they followed.

Casey’s eyes came to me the minute I hit the living room. I took two steps in and stopped, feeling Lash and Gray position themselves behind me.

Brutus was standing behind and beside the armchair in which Casey was lounging negligently, even belligerently. The Brothers Cody and Lenny were positioned around the room, all standing. Macy went to Olly.

Casey didn’t tear his gaze from me.

“Looks like you landed on your feet, sis,” he remarked and I felt the heavy atmosphere in the room get even heavier.

I took in my brother.

He’d lost weight. He had a scar I knew came from a deep cut on his cheek, another one from a shallow cut curving up from the collar of his tee by his collarbone. His hair was a mess and, even though he was only thirty-four, it had already started to go gray. There were lines around his eyes and mouth that didn’t come from work in the sun or laughter but hard living and a lifetime of worry. His tee, jeans and boots weren’t dirty or tatty but they weren’t good quality and he’d had them awhile.

He looked ten years older than he was. He looked angry. And he looked beaten but even so, he was trying to hide it behind hostility.

When I made no response, his eyes moved over my shoulder to Gray then back to me.

“See you and your cowboy again aren’t gonna offer me hospitality.” His brows went up. “No cool, refreshing glass of homemade lemonade on the farm? Not an offer of a nice, cold bottle of brew?”

Jeez.

Casey.

Finally, I spoke. “Lash says you have something to say to me.”

“Got a lotta things be happy to say to you,” Casey replied and I heard Gray draw in breath.

“Casey, be smart, just tell me what happened, what you did seven years ago so you can be on your way to continue to do whatever you’ve been doing,” I urged softly, hating this and wanting it done.

“Seven years ago, my sister upped, stole a wad of my cash, my car and took off on me,” Casey returned.

“Cash you were given to take me away from Gray, from Mustang,” I reminded him, it was a guess but I knew it was the right one when Casey’s eyes flashed. But he didn’t confirm this information.

Instead, he noted, “Car was mine, sis. You left me high and dry with no wheels.”

It was my turn to remind my brother of something. “If I remember, I won the pinks to that car in a game of pool.”

Casey’s face got hard and he inched up a bit in his chair. “I primed that mark.”

“We both know,” I said quietly, “that I didn’t need you to prime anything.”

“Jesus, f**k, yeah,” he spit, eyes narrowing, “you didn’t need me, right? Fuck, Ivey, you got a selective memory.”

Pain ripped through me.

He was very right at the same time being pitifully wrong.

At this point, Gray entered the conversation. “This is not why you’re here. We’re not goin’ over the history of Casey and Ivey Bailey. You’re gonna talk about what you did seven years ago.”

Casey’s eyebrows shot up and he asked sarcastically, “I am?”

“You are,” Gray confirmed.

“I wanna talk about somethin’ else, I can’t. If I can’t talk about what I wanna talk about, why would I talk about what you wanna talk about?” Casey asked.

“You owe it to your sister and you owe it to me,” Gray replied.

Casey inched up even more, his body tensing, his face twisting and he hissed, “I don’t owe you or that bitch shit.”

Then it happened so quickly it was like I didn’t see it. Gray was across the room, Casey out of his chair and Gray tore him out of it with such force, the chair, which was not light, tipped to its back and skidded a couple of feet. The end result was Casey, his back to the wall, and Gray, his body pressing into Casey, his hand wrapped around Casey’s throat, squeezing.

Casey kicked out his feet but Gray positioned his body to Casey’s side so he had no target at the same time the fingers on both Casey’s hands curled around Gray’s forearm to pull it away but Gray had such a fierce hold on him, he had no hope.

“Talk!” Gray barked in his face.

“Let me go!” Casey wheezed, still kicking, still pulling at Gray’s hand and all the men in the room closed in on the two of them.

Gray either was so focused he didn’t feel them or he didn’t care. Instead, using Casey’s neck, he pulled him away from the wall and slammed him into it so his had cracked against the drywall, sounding with a sickening thud.