And now that she’s mine, I’m never letting her go.
If only she would let me protect her…Seeing the fear in her eyes, makes me want to do the one thing I’ve vowed never to do again… kill.
But I’ll do anything to protect what’s mine.
The finale of The Force Duet. Must be read AFTER the first book, Force.
“Good morning!” Lucia called. “I saved you some pancakes and bacon.”
JJ smiled gratefully at her friend, but Jonas could already see the pink inching up her cheeks. She rarely blushed, and most of the times he’d seen her do it had been over the last few days.
Because of Rafe. She blushed for that bastard.
“Thank you. We’re both starving.” Jonas turned to Lucia, determined to ignore the other side of the room. Until he heard a round of masculine laughter and his eyes were pulled over again.
“I bet. Yo, we get it. She’s yours and you’re the only one who can make her scream your name. But I don’t think they heard her in New Jersey.”
JJ blushed bright red and dropped the plate of food she was holding on the counter with a clatter. “I’m not hungry.”
“Rafe!” Lucia yelled.
Rafe looked slightly chagrined. “Come on blondie, I was just joking,” he yelled after JJ’s retreating form. A few seconds later, a door in the hallway closed firmly.
Jonas was across the room before he had a chance to think, and only Oskar stepping in his way stopped his momentum.
“Fuck you, man. What are you even doing here?”
“I work here, remember? And my sister lives here.” Rafe drawled lazily, as if the entire situation amused him.
That only infuriated Jonas more. The bastard acted like everything was a joke. Especially considering how long he’d been gone from his sister’s life. He thought he could flit in and out of his family’s life with no consequences? Jonas didn’t even know the whole story, but he was furious about Rafe’s actions on Lucia’s behalf. She’d mourned her brother for years.
“Your sister living here didn’t seem to influence your decisions at any other time in your life,” he pointed out.
Like a black cloud had just passed, the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees. Rafe stood slowly. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Why don’t you come over here and tell me then,” Jonas sneered.
Rafe laughed. “I think we all remember what happened the last time we fought. Can you see me now?”
Jonas growled and tried to push past Oskar. His eyes had fully recovered from whatever Rafe had thrown at him last year, but just the memory of that shit hurt. Months of built-up frustration were about to be released all at once. They’d accepted Rafe because Noah asked them to, but there was only so much a man could take. Even if he died in the attempt, it might be worth it to wipe the smug smile off that asshole’s face temporarily.
“Okay, settle down children. The real enemy is out there.” Noah appeared from somewhere, and a huge hand landed on Jonas’s chest, keeping him immobile. He leaned closer to whisper in Jonas’s ear. “Take a break. Calm down. I’ve got this.”
Jonas clenched his teeth before turning and stalking down the hall. He trusted Noah a hell of a lot. They’d walked through fire together, literally, and there was no one else he’d rather have covering his back. But Noah had sure as hell better handle it.
Because if he didn’t, Jonas would.
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