It made Mason’s back teeth ache. He hated that fucker with everything in him but there was something about his brother that always made him back away from the notion of challenging him. Brody was...off. He didn’t seem to give a shit one way or the other. There was no black or white to him, only gray. He was content with what he had and that was a strange quality to find in a wolf. A quality that made Mason question his brother’s ability to think and reason.
“I’m going to kill her.” Mason repeated.
“Kill who?”
He snatched his brother by the scruff of his neck, shaking him. “Fallon Wilder! I’m going to kill Fallon Wilder, dumbass!”
Mason almost blacked out in rage when the fucker snorted in laughter and said, “ You? Kill her?”
He slapped Aaron in the face.
“You son of a bitch!”
Grabbing him by his throat, Mason yanked him in closely. “She thinks she’s fucking invincible. I’m going to show her how wrong she really is.”
“She is fucking invincible! Did you not see the bears?! I don’t think they were just standing around for their own amusement.”
Mason slapped him again.
“ Motherfucker!”
“I have one goal here!” He shouted in Aaron’s face. “And it’s to bring that bitch down to her knees. No one is going to stop me. Not her fucking pack, not those goddamn bears and definitely not her.” Letting his sibling go, he started off, his mind already plotting what he’d do and how he’d do it.
“Where’re you going?” Aaron questioned.
“Just shut the fuck up and follow. I’ve got plans.”
***
“So,” Maddox suddenly said, cutting into the silence inside Fallon’s truck and causing her and Ransom to snarl agitatedly. “Should we be concerned that we may be called in for questioning down at the Sheriff’s office?”
Ransom watched Fallon’s hands squeeze the steering wheel before she answered. “Everything in me is saying not to ask you why you wanna know that and yet, I still feel the need to.”
Maddox sat up until his head was between the front seats. “Well you just finished assaulting pedestrians.”
Her lips twisted. “That wasn’t assault.”
The other man’s brows inched up towards his hairline. “That wasn’t assault?”
“No.”
“Then precisely what do you think it was because from where I was standing, it looked like assault.” He turned his gaze to Ransom. “Was that not assault?”
“It was an act of dominance.” Fallon replied through clenched teeth.
“ Oh... an act of... dominance.” Maddox repeated slowly.
“Maddox—” Ransom started but his brother held up a hand.
“Do these acts of dominance happen often?” The younger bear questioned. “Is this a weekly thing?”
“It happens when I think it’s necessary.” She answered.
“Unh-hunh...and when do you think it’s necessary? When you feel like someone’s been... bad?”
Her brows drew downwards and Ransom tucked in his lips to stop from giving the little prick the reaction he was looking for.
“Bad?” Fallon said. “No. But if I think someone needs to be dealt with then—”
“You punish them?” Maddox hedged.
“What?” Confusion was written all over her pretty face. “No. I—”
“Make them call you Mistress and lick the pair of five inch stilettos that you have hidden in the back of your closet before you finally release them from their harness and start aftercare?”
Ransom rolled his window down, fully sticking his head out as tears began to stream down his face. His chest hurt and the effort not to snort tickled the inside of his sensitive nose.