Devastate (Havoc Series Stand Alone Book 5) by Xavier Neal Read Free Book Online

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                  Shaking my head I sigh, “Don't Jo. Just...don't.”
                  “You don't think I can take you 'cause you're a big ass, tough shit Marine now? Think I can't put you down? Keep talking trash about my wife and see!”
                  “Keep having a wife to talk trash about and it's gonna happen,” I reply calmly eyes still not on his.
                  I'm not the type to physically come to blows if it can be avoided, but when it comes to Jo he's just like dad. Toss those fists first, figure out why you were wrong later. Except in his case he'll never know why. I swore it'd be the one big brother thing I did that I could be proud of. Take the pain of that secret six feet under. Not that he deserved any kind of sympathy from me. Not that he ever showed me any. Funny how they don't treat me like family, but it doesn't stop me at times. Fuckin' glutton for punishment I guess.
                  “Excuse me!” Mary Beth shrieks.
                  “Can't even look me in the face and say it!” Jo yells across the table. “Too much of a goddamn pussy!”
                  Ma fusses, “Enough boys!”
                  “Let 'em have it out.” Pa waves a hand.
                  “No Jody!”
                  “Yes.”
                  “There's nothing to have out.” I look up and give Jo the eye contact he's demanding. “We're not gonna throw blows.”
                  “You don't want me to embarrass you in front of your girl, huh?”
                  Jazz chokes on her water as she hides a snicker. I try not to smile.
                  “No. I don't wanna embarrass you in front of yours ,” I correct. Compared to threats I've taken on and other HORN members I've sparred against, I could not only slit my brothers throat 7 ways before he blinked, I could have his has ass unconscious without raising my heart level.
                  “Whoooo!” Pa says entertained. “Welcome home Rascal!”
                  The constant mentioning of this being home and these being my brothers actually makes me crave being back where I belong to an unbearable level. Placing my fork down, I rise to my feet and surrender my hands. “Not gonna fight, Jo.”
                  “Running away? It's what you do best,” he sneers.
                  “I have to make a fucking phone call.”
                  “I am getting the spoon!” Ma yells and starts to stand.
                  On way by, I place a hand on her shoulder to stop her. “Sorry Ma. My apologies for my mouth.”
                  “You're a good boy, Rascal.” She pats my hand. “If only your brothers would learn too.”
                  Without another word, I head back for our bedroom, and grab the cell Merlin has rigged to route it's way through a different states if it gets tracked. Flopping on the edge of the bed, I hold the phone with one hand and cover my face with the other as it rings.
                  “How's that BBQ stain on your white t-shirt?” Glove's voice laughs into the phone. “Tell me, is Jazz killing you in that mini skirt?”
                  “Tim McGraw reference? That's the best you can do?” I start to smirk. “I've been gone over a week.”
                  “I know!” Glove exclaims. “I had a whole damn list I had been saving to use on you, but Mandy threw it away.”
                  “Before or after she called you a child?”
                  “After...before? I don't remember,” he sighs. “But they were good. Golden! SNL worthy. Good SNL. Not quite classic, more Samberg era.”
                  “They were not!” Mandy's voice chimes in from the background.
                  I smile