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“No. I know you had something to do with Jimmy being arrested.”
“I can find out what happened. Just, please.” He reached for her, but she batted his hand away. Blood dripped onto his shirt.
“That’s disgusting,” she said, stomping to the door.
“Wait.” He looked around the living room, then disappeared into the kitchen. He returned shortly with a kitchen towel held up to stop the blood. “Let me make some calls. Then we can go get Ethan.”
“How about this,” she said, opening the door. She threw her bag over her shoulder and turned back to him. “You call me when you fix things with Jimmy. Then I’ll tell you where Ethan is. Until then, I’m going out. Don’t wait up.”
She stepped through the door and slammed it closed behind her. Seconds later, she was almost to the stairwell when Fox jerked it back open.
“Brooke,” he barked. She turned and stared back at his gaze for a few seconds. He gagged as blood began flowing again. Without a second though, she stomped down the stairs and out the door. She would find a bar to unwind in for a couple of hours.
Crossing the street, she hurried to the T stop. She pulled out her phone and texted her work friend where to find her car before shoving her phone in her purse.
She looked back one last time, relieved to see Fox hadn’t followed her. Maybe she would text Edmund when she got to the bar. With the mood she was in, it would be a good night to hunt. It would be even better if she could find someone who had the same features as Fox to lead out the back door of the bar.
There was a smirk on her face as she ignored the stares from several men on the train. None of them held her interest; theynever did. Pulling her phone back out of her purse, she sent a quick text to Edmund. Her smirk turned into a smile as the train headed for downtown. Tonight was turning out to be a good one.
She wasn’t really that concerned with her ex-husband’s illegal activities or his impending sentence. Nothing surprised her when it came to him. She just couldn’t abide someone thinking they could interfere in her life.
Whether Fox had anything to do with it or not was immaterial. She would let him stew over Ethan for a while as punishment anyway. Next time, they would all think twice before crossing her.
The T came to a stop not far from one of her favorite bars. She entered and looked around. It was overflowing with young, handsome professionals.
A tall man with brown hair, a well-trimmed beard and mustache, and light-colored eyes smiled at her. It wasn’t quite Fox, but then no one else she knew of had green eyes quite like his. He would do though. He would do perfectly.
CHAPTER 16
Fox listenedto Brooke’s voicemail message for what felt like the hundredth time since she stormed out. “Hi, you’ve reached my voicemail. Leave a message.” He had already left several messages that she hadn’t responded to.
He punched the end call button in anger before pulling the key for his sister’s apartment out of his pocket. If he couldn’t find Ethan, at least he could wail on the person who caused this.
He slid the key into the lock and burst into the apartment. Three sets of eyes turned their gaze on him. Dover was sitting at the table eating something in a bowl, already assessing the situation for a threat.
Dex sat on the couch reading through a file folder. He acted as calm as ever, but ready in case he needed to act.
Fox’s main attention, though, was on the large man sitting in an armchair with a book spread open on his crossed leg. Life had been a lot simpler before he came to town. It wasn’t necessarily better, but definitely simpler. Now Ethan was missing, Brooke was who knows where, and Knox was to blame.
“Ethan’s gone,” Fox snarled, his gaze boring a metaphorical hole through his brother’s head.
“What do you mean, gone?” Dover asked. She left her dinner half-finished and stood to meet him.
“I mean Brooke has left him somewhere and won’t tell me where. What did you do?” he aimed at Knox.
“I didn’t do anything. He did it to himself.”
“Wait, what happened?” Dover tried again. “Your nose is bleeding.”
“Shit.” He put his hand over his nose and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing a handful of paper towels, he returned to the living room with them pressed to his face. “I can’t get it to stop.”
“Were you trying to make her calm down?” Dex asks.
“Yes, but it didn’t work this time. Can Memphis find him?”
“Not without something personal of his,” Knox answered. Setting his book on the coffee table, he placed his hands on Fox’s face and pressed the upper part of his nose with his thumbs. “Hold still,” he barked when Fox fought back. He stopped fighting choosing instead to spit the blood that collected in his mouth on Knox’s shirt. “Nice.”
“Fuck you.”