Brock by Kathi S. Barton Page A

supplies. He tossed them to the bloodied wall as he spoke to his dad.
    “Our little housewife has been busy again. Should we help him keep working, or do you think that we should trash the place and him too?” Junior laughed. “I think we should find him a good husband so they can live happily ever after, like that shit he’s always reading about. Who the fuck is he fooling reading those books anyway?”
    “ They’re not fairy tales. They’re mythology, and most of them ended in tragedy. You should leave before the owner shows up. He might be mad at us again.” Donny kept his distance, but Brock was still afraid for him. The kid had balls, he’d give him that.
    “I have him. Brave kid. And he didn’t give you up. You think he’s working on something?” Brock told Bronwyn he thought he was. “Then let him do it. Might help him out too. The boy has some major self-esteem issues.”
    “You think I give a fly ing fuck what the owner has to say to me? He fucking fired me without reason. He took away our house and our livelihood.” Harvey advanced on Donny but didn’t touch him. “You think I like living like we are, with no money and having to rely on welfare to survive?”
    “Yes.” Brock nearly laughed out loud when Donny answered him. “You and Junior spend all the money that comes on that card every month. You have money for beer and drugs when you want them, even though there’s no food in the house anymore. And just last month you bought that car from Dino. How did you do that?”
    “You think we don’t have our resources? Hell boy, where do you think we get it? We been robbing the rich and keeping the profits. Them Goldens don’t have a clue that we been getting in that storage building there on Tenth for months now and taken what we want.” He started toward the wall that Donny had been cleaning. “I told you not to clean this here art up. I even told you what would happen if you did, didn’t I?”
    “The police said we had to do it or go to jail.” His dad looked at him. “I don’t want to go to jail again. They aren’t nice to you.”
    “They’re not supposed to be , you idiot.” Junior sneered at his brother. “For all your smarts you’re pretty fucking stupid.”
    “Hum, Brock, the police are on the lot and waiting. Do you think you have enough to get their asses hauled off to jail yet?” Bronwyn laughed. “Ryland is ready to adopt the boy, by the way. And Alistair is on his way too. He seems to think he has something more to add to the already overpowering evidence to convict these idiots. Oh, and Em is coming with him. She was worried about you, and I told her that you were on a hot case.”
    He’d gotten so wrapped up in this , he’d forgotten to call her. He reached for her now. “I love you. And I’m so sorry.”
    She laughed. “I love you as well. And you really messed up this time. I was naked and waiting for you.”
    His cock hardened and nearly took him to his knees. “Em, you’re going to pay for that. I’m working here, and I have a hard-on so bad right now that I can hardly think about anything but burying it in you so deep you scream out my name.”
    “I was planning on that , too. I even went into town and got some silk scarves. Rayne showed me where to shop. I got us a few other…toys to play with too. Are you going to be much longer?”
    He was a dead man. Growling at her had her giggle, and he nearly told Ryland to fucking forget it, that he was going to find his mate and take her. But he heard something that made his cat stir.
    “You know them others that what’s been coming around, Donny? They said that if we help them get that new bitch at that fucking flower shop that they’d give us riches we’d never spend in two lifetimes.” Junior nodded when Donny shook his head. “They got fangs, too. Did you hear me? Fucking fangs, and they said that if we got her, they’d make us like them.”
    “Bronwyn, are you— ?”
    “I heard , and I’m