Gargoyle (Woodland Creek)(19)

His brother crossed his arms, cocking his head. His expression was blank. “You sure?”

“I am.” He brushed his hands together, wiping off crumbs. “Make a production of leaving.”

Mike hummed quietly. “All right.” He glanced once more between the three of us, scanning the situation, and then he turned into a silver vapor that curled through the air and filtered through the crack in my windowsill, gone.

My blonde brows lifted. I mumbled to no one, “I need to get that fixed.”





My apartment was silent.

I glanced back and forth between the two men now staring at each other. “No fighting.”

“There won’t be any fighting. Not right now.” Jonathan ran his hand through his red hair, his gaze still on Isaac. “How much do you think Hanna knows of the past?”

Isaac abruptly moved, stalking to lean against a wall, resting back against it and dropping his head back to stare at the ceiling. He scratched at his chin absently, his tone quiet. “She’s younger than we are, but she’s cunning with her power.”

Jonathan cracked his neck. “She knows then?”

Still quiet words. “I assume so.”

My brows were furrowed in confusion. “What are you two talking about?”

Jonathan lifted a hand in my direction, a gesture to not interrupt. “What aren’t you saying?”

Staring at the ceiling, Isaac chuckled softly, absently rapping his knuckles against the wall beside his legs. “You think you still know me that well?”

“Give me a damn break, Isaac.”

Again, the Mayor chuckled quietly. “Hanna and I met some time ago. She said many things. None of them I truly enjoyed hearing. One of them being that I needed to follow your lead.”

Jonathan stared. “And?”

“And the rest was for my own ears, no one else’s.”

“Give me a hint.”

His head dipped back down, holding Jonathan’s gaze. “It was nothing to do with this situation.”

Jonathan sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair once more. “What is she doing?”

“What she always does.”

A snort. “How the hell is this keeping the peace?”

“That’s not all she does.”

Quiet grunt. “That’s for damn sure.”

I cleared my throat when they paused, a bit irritated at being left out. “What past are you talking about that Hanna knows about?”

Silence was all that met me, no one moving.

Both men began to quietly glare at one another.

Jonathan’s jaw started ticking, his eyes narrowed. “She wouldn’t do this.”

Isaac grunted. “I wouldn’t put it past her.”

Red brows furrowed. “This makes no sense.”

“No. No, it doesn’t.”

It became quiet again.

Jonathan ran a hand through his hair again, glancing at me. His black eyes ran over my face unhurriedly, seeing my clear confusion. Plush lips thinned, and then he peered back to Isaac. He jerked forward on his feet, prowling straight to the Mayor, who tensed the barest bit, but didn’t sidestep him.

My jaw dropped as Jonathan leaned forward and cupped Isaac’s cheeks. And planted his mouth directly on his. Supreme shock held me utterly immobile as Jonathan tilted his head, his eyes closed. His lips brushed in gentle strokes over Isaac’s mouth. So damn gently. My eyes were enormous on my face, my jaw hanging open, as Isaac’s eyes fluttered shut…and he kissed him back, his body still tense, rock solid from the appearance of his straining muscles. But he still raised his hands and threaded his fingers roughly through Jonathan’s hair.

Their kiss deepened.

Almost like a dam breaking around them, they pressed against each other, their height the same, all their hard muscles pressing against each other.

Utter confusion swamped me as I stared, sucking in a massive lung full of air, the emotion overriding my shock. I even shook my head to clear it, but the scene was still the same in front of me. Their mouths…pressed together…caressing and stroking each other with a lot of damn hunger. I repeatedly blinked, my brows damn near touching each other.

It was when a deep moan filtered through the air—from my man—and I saw their mouths open and…tongues met…that my confusion sped away like a racecar. Jealousy and fury entered my veins like a bubbling caldron. I growled softly in my throat, my fists clenched. My feet were already moving as I raced across the room.

I grabbed Jonathan’s hair and jerked hard as hell.

His head snapped back, and he stumbled backward a few paces, grunting and grabbing his hair as I released him. I slapped his face harder than shit, my jaw clenched and cheeks flushed, and now standing between them. His head jerked to the left from my blow, and I shouted, “What the hell was that?”

My gaze snapped to the other man who was breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed.

Ah, hell. Why not?

I reared my fist back and jumped, punching him as hard as I could across his cheek.

Landing, I wobbled a step, treading on their feet, watching as Isaac grabbed his cheek as his head jerked with my blow. I pointed a finger straight at his face, turning so I fully faced him, keeping my man and him away from each other. “He is mine. Not yours. Past, present, or future. Don’t you ever f*cking kiss him like that.”