Stevens-Journey [Brac Pack 20] by Lynn Hagen

knocking him to the floor. “Cut it out,” he shouted.
    “You’re only making this worse.”
    “Fuck you, traitor.” Dommy got back to his feet, throwing a punch that missed Roman by a hair. Roman punched Dommy in his solar plexus, knocking the air from his cousin’s lungs in a whoosh. He grabbed his jaw, bringing his face mere inches from Dommy’s. “You better stop this shit now.”
    Roman let him go, turning to face the Alpha. Maverick moved quicker than the speed of sound, knocking Dommy into the wall and grabbing the silver knife from his clenched hand. The Alpha threw it Steven’s Journey
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    to one of the shifters standing by. “You are no longer welcome here.
    Get your shit and be gone within the hour or a hunt will be called down on your head.”
    Dommy’s eyes were full of such hatred. Roman wondered why he had never seen it before. He watched his cousin bend over and grab his tool belt, snatching it from the ground as he brushed past Roman, knocking into his shoulder as he walked out.
    “Roman.” Maverick turned to look at him.
    “No. He did this to himself.” Roman placed his hands on his hips, wondering where Dommy had gone wrong. He had loving parents who raised him. Hell if he could figure out how the guy turned out to be such a bad seed.
    “Warn your family. I’m sorry, but I don’t trust him.” Roman nodded, walking out of the building to go check on his mate next door. He spotted Steven sitting in a chair next to the new desk that had arrived, smiling as he helped Taylor. His anger immediately drained. Steven was worth anything he had to go through. His mate was kind, loving, with a compassionate heart.
    “Hey, tiger,” he said softly as he kissed the top of Steven’s head.
    “How’s everything going over here?”
    “Good. We helped someone set up financing today with Mark’s Garage.” Steven beamed proudly at him. “Okay, Taylor helped set it up, I just answered the phone.”
    “But you did it so professionally.” Blair, one of the mates, chuckled.
    Roman ran his hand over Steven’s head, leaning down to lay his lips on the jet-black hair. He rested them there a moment before kissing him again.
    “Is everything okay?” Steven looked up and over his shoulder at Roman.
    “It is now.” Roman tapped Steven on his nose before walking back outside. He pulled his cell out, calling the house to warn them about Dommy.

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    “How did Dommy turn out to be such a shit,” Olsen said from his end. “But don’t worry, you two are safe here. No one will get past us.”
    Roman wasn’t worried about him. He wanted to make sure Dommy didn’t get near Steven. He had a feeling he knew who his cousin was plotting against. It angered him to no end that his cousin may be plotting against Steven. Who else did he have on his radar? It seemed he had a hard-on for his mate since spotting him.
    “Come on, tiger. Let’s go home.” Roman stepped aside as Steven stood from his chair. He wrapped an arm around his mate’s shoulder as they said good night to Blair and Taylor. It was a nice evening out and would have been perfect for a drive if he wasn’t worried that his asshole cousin would pull some shit.
    Roman made sure Steven was secure before pulling away from the resource center. He drove them home, parking his truck next to the others and cut the motor. “We need to talk.” Steven unbuckled his belt and turned around. “Okay.” Roman let out a slow sigh. “Dommy was banned from town.”
    “What? Why?”
    Roman smiled. Even though Dommy meant Steven harm, he was still concerned. “He attacked me and tried to kill me with a silver knife.”
    Steven’s face paled as he stared at Roman. Tears glistened in his eyes as he leapt across the console and held Roman tightly.
    “I’m okay, tiger.” He rubbed his hands over Steven’s back. “Let’s get you inside. I just wanted you to know so you could watch your back.”
    Steven nodded as he released Roman, wiping at his