RYDER (Slater Brothers 4)(29)

I widened my eyes. “We were jokin’ around! Ash is me friend. He flirts with everyone. Literally everyone.”

“If he knows you have a man, he shouldn’t flirt with you. Period.”

“You can’t just treat people like that though, Dominic. He was only messin’ around,” I scowled.

He grunted. “Sorry for making sure some stranger wasn’t groping you.”

I scoffed. “You could tell that we were jokin’ around. I was laughin’!”

“You can laugh without him touching you,” Dominic countered.

I glared at him then looked out the window of his Jeep, contemplating on whether or not to murder him.

“You might want to square shit with Ash because when I tell Ryder about this, he might end up in a body bag.”

I exploded.

“What the f*ck are you goin’ to tell ‘im?” I angrily asked. “That me friend was ticklin’ me. Really?”

“Yeah,” Dominic countered. “Really.”

He was un-f*cking-believable.

“I can’t talk to you anymore, I’ll go crazy!”

With that said, I focused my attention out of the car window until we pulled up outside my house some twenty minutes later.

“Thanks for the lift,” I said politely as I unbuckled my seatbelt and grabbed my bag, making sure not to look at Dominic for fear I’d bite his over-reacting head off his shoulders.

He grunted. “Remember what I said, tell Ash to back off.”

I set my jaw as I exited his Jeep and slammed the door behind me.

“Rude little bastard,” I muttered as I walked up the driveway of my garden.

I didn’t look back as I unlocked my front door and stepped inside my house, closing it firmly behind me. I hooked my keys up on the key rack and then headed into the kitchen, turning on the hallway light along the way. I hated the winter months; it got dark out way too bloody early. It was only nearing four pm and the sun was already set.

“Damien?” I called out; making sure my voice was loud enough to carry up the never-ending staircase.

I heard movement from upstairs then, “Yeah, Bran?”

“I’m makin’ cottage pie for dinner, do you want some?”

“Yeah, please.”

“Okay, hon.”

I took off my jacket, hung it up under the stairs along with my bag. I grabbed my phone from my bag then headed into the kitchen and got a start on dinner. Twenty minutes later I was mid-way through my prep when the front door of my house opened and slammed shut.

“Branna?” Ryder’s voice roared and echoed throughout the house.

Uh-oh.

“I’m in the kitchen,” I called out.

I heard his footsteps pound against the floorboards as he stormed down the hallway and into the kitchen, shoving the door open in the process.

“Who the f*ck is Ash Wade?”

I was going to murder Dominic Slater.





Present day…



I glanced away from peeling potatoes and looked over my shoulder to Ryder when he stormed into the kitchen, dropping his coat and keys on the kitchen counter. I stared at his coat until he growled and snatched it from the counter and hung it up in the hallway under the stairs where all of the other coats and jackets went.

“Ash is me co-worker, he works the delivery ward with me.” I replied calmly and went back to peeling potatoes.

Things were silent for a moment until I felt a firm hand take hold of my upper arm. The surprise of him touching me caused me to drop the potato and peeler from my hands and into the sink. When I was spun around I gasped to find how close Ryder was to me.

His body was a hair away from pressing against me and his face was dangerously close to mine. I licked my dry lips and looked up at him; momentarily staring at the face and eyes I’ve come to miss so dearly.

Instead of saying something emotionally stupid, I said, “I don’t have time for games, Ryder. I’m preparin’ dinner. Damien is hungry.”

His lip curled a little, and I could feel his anger radiate from his body as I frowned at him.

“Why’re you so mad at me?” I questioned.

“Are you cheatin’ on me?” He asked, his voice shockingly low.

I blinked with surprise, shock… and hurt.

“I… what?” I asked when nothing else would come out.

“Are. You. Cheating. On. Me?” he snarled.

He unknowingly just stabbed me in the heart with a knife.

I swallowed down the lump that formed in my throat and blinked back the tears that wanted to be shed. “If you have to even ask me that, then you’re truly lost to me.” I whispered, my heart pounding against my chest as pain surged through it.

“Answer the f*cking question,” he bit out.

I shook my head. “No, I’m not cheatin’ on you.”

The muscles in his jaw rolled back and forth. “Do you want to cheat on me?”

Cue the twisting of said knife in my heart.

“No,” I answered. “I don’t want to cheat on you.”

“Then why,” he rumbled, “are you fooling around with a co-worker of yours? Who, by the way, will have one of his limbs broken by morning.”

Panic filled me.

“Don’t you dare hurt Ash!” I warned. “He is me friend, just me friend, and f*ck Dominic for tellin’ you otherwise.”