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A Supernatural Script Inc. Book
Hounds of Hell: Fighting Insanity: Battle Royal
Copyright © 2014 Erin R. Flynn
E-book ISBN: 978-1-940036-21-2
First E-book Publication: June 2014
Cover design by Sloan Winters
Editing by Jae Ashley
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FIGHTING INSANITY: BATTLE ROYAL
**Reader Note: This is an extra companion section for
Fighting Insanity: Hounds of Hell #3 that starts at the last
lines of Chapter 4**
Battle Royal
“This is a bad idea, Canice,” I warned as I followed
after him, Ronan, and Darcy when we felt Tierney and his
new mate, Kellan, come back from wherever they’d been.
“You have made your objections known and clearly
stated them, Hugh,” Canice snapped, his accent thickening
as his tempered grew. “We simply want to talk to the man
for a moment in private. The way Dex tells the tale, Kellan
is unstable, violent, and determined to get away at any cost.
He’s Tierney’s mate which means our brother would give
him just about anything, including any type of peace
offering the lad could use against Tierney.”
“Canice is right, Hugh,” Ronan growled, glaring at me
over his shoulder. “Should we wait to see if Kellan’s so
desperate to escape he kills Tierney in his sleep or have a
simple conversation with the man?”
I glanced at Darcy who I knew agreed with me. Their
idea of a conversation meant cornering and grilling poor
Kellan who wasn’t much more than a scared kid compared
to four massive and three centuries old Hellhounds. Yeah,
that was a fair meeting.
“Stryker wants to speak with you,” Canice informed
Tierney as we reached the foyer and they came in the
house. “He’s over at the boarding school looking for you.”
“To be continued,” our eldest brother whispered in his
mate’s ear. “Hang out here a moment with my brothers and
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get to know them.” He pulled away and pointed to each of
us as he made the introductions. “Canice, Darcy, Hugh, and
Ronan Macfayden, meet my mate, Kellan Short.”
“He is short,” I chuckled as my insides twisted,
studying Kellan and somehow praying he decided to go
meet Rafe or something instead of staying with us if I stuck
my foot in my mouth. No it wasn’t a good plan, but I never
said I was quick on my feet.
“Yes, good one. Never heard that before,” Kellan
playfully drawled. We shared a laugh at the lame joke, and
I knew mine was completely, utterly, and totally fake. I
didn’t think I was the only one glancing around at my
brothers.
No one said anything until Tierney was well out of ear
shot, and then a feather could have knocked me over when
Kellan made the first move, turning towards us, and
crossed his arms over his chest. “The good news is now I
know what you all look like when you’re lying. Rafe
planned this awesome afternoon and dinner thing with his
mate so they’re not here.”
“Why not play along with us a little longer and do
some recon if you knew we were lying?” Ronan hedged,
studying him even closer than we already were.
“Let’s take this in private,” Canice cut in, ushering us
to the sitting lounge right off the main entrance. I hung my
head, hating I was being caught up in this, but we were a
unit as a litter, so where they went, I did, even if it was into
trouble. Fuck, if they robbed the bank, I’d be in the car
waiting to hit the gas when they came running out. It was
just who we were.
Well not bank robbers. That was a bad example. I
meant, in everything together. Whatever.
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“Lying does nothing but bring pain and hurt. Just
because you lied to me, I’m not going to start off my
getting to know you four by lying,” Kellan stated,
answering Ronan’s earlier question, standing behind a
chair, carefully between us and him. “And Tierney would
forgive his brothers for playing a prank and getting rid of
him for a bit, but if you caught me lying about something
as innocent as Stryker and Rafe being gone, you’d find
things for me to lie about from there on when it made you
believe I was bad for him.”
Jesus, he’s so worried and scared he’s making sure
he’s close to the door and there’s an obstacle for us to get
to him.
“He’s smart but in a Machiavellian kind of way,”
Ronan drawled, glancing at us. “Good or bad?”
But Kellan answered for us. “Good, because I
understand how people might think even if it’s not in the
front of their mind. Admit it, if you had caught me in a lie,
that would have been a big fat black mark against me.”
“True,” he agreed, leaned forward so his arms rested
on his knees.
“And that’s advantageous to Tierney who’s more
trusting to spot possible danger.”
“Is that why you’re not sitting down?” Canice asked,
looking from Kellan to the chair and back to Kellan. “You
think you’re in danger?”
“Nice that you just caught on, dumbass,” I growled in
our shared link. “Back it down. He’s scared shitless.”
“Seriously, I can see him shaking. You guys are
coming on too strong. He’s here talking with us and not
bolting so Dex was just bitchy he got kicked in the nuts by a
soul who didn’t believe in angels and Hellhounds. Relax,”
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Darcy added.
Kellan seemed to mull over Canice’s question which
had given us the time to yell at Canice and Ronan, but then
he answered, “I don’t know, but after hearing how fast you
guys are, it’s smart not to take the chance. You started this
meeting with a lie. That gives me no reason to trust you.”
“You can chill, Kellan. We’re on the good side here,”
Darcy chuckled, and we all started to. Personally, I was just
trying to take some of the tension out of the air.
“Tierney is going to kill us!” I bitched in our heads.
“And then I’m going to bite you each time we shift for the
rest of our lives, Canice.”
“Bad people fight in our militaries all the time. That’s
why war crimes happen. Just because you landed on the
right side of the fight doesn’t mean you’re good,” Kellan
argued. We immediately stopped laughing. Shit. He wasn’t
a little nervous or scared or freaked we were ganging up on
him. He was scared. “My father’s whore would use every
lie in the book to get me alone and she found out real fast
that I didn’t care if she was bigger than me or a woman.
“I’m a fighter. I would punch, kick, bite, take any
chance I could to keep her away from me. The four of you
have balls and you’re bigger, which means much more for
me to target if need be.”
“Kellan, you’ve got this all wrong. We just wanted to
have some time in private to see if you’re worthy of our
brother,” I hedged, his eyes wide as my heart raced. I’d
hated this plan from the start, thinking our soon-to-be
brother-in-law would be pissed we’d hazed or grilled him
but not this.
Never this.
“My god! He thinks we’re going to gang rape him,”
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Darcy gasped in our heads and I gave a slight nod. I was
stunned speechless.
“Tierney would never forgive you depending on how
you want to see if I’m worthy,” Kellan blurted out.
“We’re not going to touch you,” Canice growled as his
hands fisted on his thighs. “We’re not monsters. We’re
Tierney’s brothers.”
“He needs understanding, compassion, not anger, you
douche,” I snapped in my head. Canice and his fucking
pride had gotten us in more pickles than I could count.
“And my father’s whore tried to get me alone with lies
starting when I was seventeen. I would have thought that
was off limits too.” Kellan covertly glanced around the
room… Except the man wasn’t good with covert as scared
as he was, eyes wild and all. Ronan pulled something out of
his pocket and tossed it onto the chair Kellan was standing
by.
“I assume you’re looking for a weapon,” he drawled,
rolling his eyes. “There. I was cutting boxes so now you
have a knife.”
“I’m going to cut you with a knife, you cocksucker!”
Darcy roared, making my head hurt. “This is not funny!
He’s scared. Don’t make light of it or be a douche. He
doesn’t know it or your sarcasm.”
“Right. Sorry,” Ronan agreed, bobbing his head. “It’s
just the idea we’re going to fucking gang bang him while
we sent Tierney off on a five minute bogus errand is
ridiculous.”
“Not to someone who doesn’t know us, is scared, and
has just been cornered like he has,” I argued, glancing at
Canice as steam practically came out of my ears. “Which I
warned you about. Dick. Head. Take it down or I’m so
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rolling over on you when the shit hits the fan.”
“We’re not going to touch you, Kellan,” Canice
sighed, waving to the chair. “We just wanted to talk.”
“I can talk standing.”
He shook his head and leaned back into the cushions of
the couch. “Wow, you are a distrusting little human.”
“Four huge men lie to my mate to get me alone and
him in another building, talking of seeing whether I’m
worthy of their brother or not. Yeah, the thought crossed
my mind. It’s called caution.”
“Well, at least he’s not timid,” I joked, glancing at my
family. “That should keep Tierney on his toes.” Good for
Kellan. I smiled at the man, hoping he saw that someone
was on his side.
Ronan picked up on the idea… Mostly. “He does seem
a bit paranoid though,” Ronan added playfully, tilting his
head as he studied Kellan.
“I don’t know the full situation but enough to be
freaked the fuck out. Wouldn’t you if demons and Hell
were trying to collect you for their purposes through no
fault of your own? How do I know you’re not demons
wearing Tierney’s brothers.”
“He’s got a good point there,” I immediately conceded
before anyone else could say something stupid, then
glanced at Canice. “That’s actually something we should
bring up to the angels. Castillo had to be marked to allow
the demon in him to learn all the bastard’s secrets. We
should make sure there’s no way they can enter us.” God,
yes—good! Anything to change the topic!
“Yeah, that’s smart. Good call, Kellan,” Darcy praised
with a warm smile and I’d never wanted to hug my brother
more. He gave me a slight bump with his elbow, and I
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knew we were so on the same page, working together. Steer
the conversation elsewhere. “We don’t have red eyes. The
demons that possessed those humans all had red eyes. I
guess it’s their calling card.”
“That’s good to know, thank you.”
“Now that we’ve established we’re not demons or
going to rape you, would you please sit down and we can
start this over?” Canice asked nicely, his voice sounding
nervous still though. “We just wanted to talk to you without
Tierney here to baby you or tell us to shut it. You did try to
run when you got here.”
“Yes, silly me,” Kellan snickered, taking a chance and
sitting in the chair after he slipped the pocket knife in his
jeans. “An atheist gets abducted by a hound of Heaven—
which I’d never heard of—and someone saying they’re an
angel and of course never doubts that or thinks they’re
crazy.”
“I like his snark. He’s definitely not some doe-eyed
lamb that will follow everything Tierney says and won’t be
a true partner,” I blurted, trying not to laugh.
“So tell us about yourself, Kellan Short,” Canice tried
again. “You’ve shown you’re people smart, but are you
intelligent?”
“Sure, I’d love to be interviewed for the position of
Tierney’s mate,” he grumbled, crossing his legs and
brushing off his pants when nothing was there. “I have two
masters, corporate finance and the other in business
management. I graduated way early because I was brought
up with tutors and have been running my father’s
companies for years now.”
Darcy waved Kellan quiet. “We didn’t ask if you were
educated, but intelligent.” I shot Darcy a disbelieving look.
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What happened to the plan of being on Kellan’s side?
“I know you didn’t but just because I say yes, I’m a
smarty pants doesn’t mean you’ll believe it. If you would
have let me finish, I would have explained that in the three
years I’ve been in charge, the companies have gone up in
profits by thirty percent. I have also increased my father’s
stock portfolio by forty percent, switching most things from
riskier investments to sound ones though leaving the
fundamental money making ones as they were.”
“So you’re rich?” I grimaced, pinching the bridge of
my nose. I tried to hide I wasn’t making that face and
knowing me it came off looking funny but Kellan just
opened the mother of all cans of worms my brothers would
jump all over. “How rich?”
Kellan squirmed a bit in his seat and decided to leave
that one alone. “I was raised it’s rude to ask a person their
income.”
“Not if you’re going to be family.” Ronan lifted an
eyebrow at him, daring him to counter that.
He bobbed his head. “Fair enough, but I do believe
that’s a conversation to have with my mate first instead of
his brothers.”
“He’s good. I kinda like him,” Canice chuckled,
folding his hands in his lap. “At least we know he comes
with a sizable dowry.” I rolled my eyes. Someone of
Kellan’s age would not find that joke funny.
“She knew,” Kellan whispered as all the blood left his
face suddenly. “She knew he’d sold my soul. That’s why
she tried to get me into bed. It would look suspicious if I
suddenly died at twenty-one and she inherited everything.
If she had a Short for a child, she could claim she’d never
hurt the father of her child.”
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“You must come from one Hell of a fucked up family,”
Ronan commented, frowning. I knew it was a slip because
Ronan wasn’t mean but I wasn’t sure what I would have
replied to Kellan’s outburst either.
“Don’t we all,” he shot right back. “So if you really
don’t have some other set agenda here, then I’m free to go
and I will. Maybe we could get to know each other better
later in a normal, non-confrontational way.” He stood
quickly on shaky legs, my jaw falling open. I wasn’t sure
what just happened, but we’d almost recovered this whole
mess until whatever revelation he’d just had and now we
were back in the pisser.
Shit. Literally, when Tierney found out.
“We’re so dead,” Darcy breathed as Kellan darted out
of the room faster than any human I’d seen move in a
while. “Canice, I’m going to make sure every demon roasts
you good with Ronan right next to you.”
“I’ll help,” I offered.
“Why do you have a knife?” Tierney asked darkly
from the hallway, and I jumped so bad I almost fell off the
couch.
“It’s your brother’s,” Kellan muttered, still loud
enough for us to hear him from where we were since we
were Hellhounds. “Kind of a gag situation, I guess. I’m
going to go find whichever room is mine and crash. See
ya.” Wow. He was a good guy not to throw us under the
bus.
We were still totally and completely dead but I liked
Kellan.
“That’s it?” he growled. “Kellan, look at me.”
“No.”
“What did they do? When we got here, you were
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nervous and freaked out we were going to have sex, but
wanted it. Now you’re finding your own room?”
“Oh fuck. On top of it we blew his chance at getting
laid?” Darcy whimpered in our minds. He and I glanced at
each other before we hopped up off the couch. I ran to the
windows and cursed when I saw they were those pretty,
pretty ones that didn’t actually open.
Kellan said something I didn’t quite catch as I made
my mad dash that lead to nothing productive… And Darcy
found a closet. Great. We could hide in there before our
deaths.
“I’m going to skin them alive,” Tierney snarled and
burst into the sitting room. “You fucking assholes. What
did you do to my mate? Stryker’s not even here so you got
Kellan alone to grill him. Bad move.”
“We just wanted to talk to him a bit,” Canice tried but
shut it when Tierney snarled again.
“He’s finding his own room now! He was staying in
mine before. So I’ll ask this once—what did you assholes
do to him?”
“It was Canice and Ronan,” I blurted, even pointing to
them, because I wasn’t already enough of a snitch. “I was
against it. I even tried to help. Darcy kind of did too but
then Kellan mentioned money and thought we were going
to rape him. I like Kellan. Dex told us he was unstable and
we were worried he was going to kill you in your sleep.”
The rest of them just groaned and shook their heads.
Tierney’s chest huffed as his eyes, teeth, and hands
shifted into his animal’s. “I. Will. Kill. You. All.” He
launched himself at Canice first, and I froze for a second,
wondering if he really might do it before rushing over there
to help. Canice wasn’t fighting back so much as trying to
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get away and block the blows.
We did deserve this after all.
Ronan wrapped one arm around each of Tierney’s
shoulders from behind and tried to pull him off Canice
which didn’t work because all that did was give Tierney the
momentum to flip over and kick Darcy in the face… And
send him flying into me.
“We’re so dead,” I groaned as we landed together in a
heap. Tierney was the best fighter of the five of us by a
mile.
“Yeah, nice ramble,” he bitched, jumping back to his
feet and helping me up. Just as we stood, I flinched as
Ronan took an end table over his head, and seconds later,
Tierney flung the leftover legs at Canice, leaving a gash in
our brother’s side. “Oh shit. That’s going to hurt.”
I nodded and then picked up two couch cushions as
shields before rushing at Tierney. He used them against me,
digging his claws into them and tossing them—me
attached—across the room. Since I’d been hiding behind
them, I hadn’t seen the move coming. Idiot.
Canice bellowed, and I saw him trying to escape as I
slid to the floor, but Tierney grabbed him by the scruff of
the neck and threw him back into the room for more. God,
we were so getting the shit kicked out of us.
“Enough,” Ronan moaned, lifting up some stuffing
from a torn cushion and waving in the air from his place on
the floor. “We screwed up and we’ve taken our beating.
We’re not fighting back because you know the four of us
could subdue you, brother. We’re not throwing punches or
doing much but bleeding.”
“Not done,” Tierney snarled, grabbing Ronan by the
leg and dragging him closer.
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“Shit,” he hissed before some heavy and expensive
looking lamp came crashing down on his body. He barely
had time to throw up his hands to protect himself but I’d
guess Ronan would be picking glass out of his hair for
weeks.
I had just gotten to my feet when I saw something
coming my way, and I gasped, holding up my hands to stop
Tierney. “Wait! I think that’s a Rembrandt!”
Apparently that didn’t matter. He cracked me with it
and I felt wet gooeyness on my noggin as I went right back
down.
Then I heard a loud thunk and a groan, looking up to
see Tierney pulling back a sliver tray from the sideboard
and Darcy’s eyes rolling up in his head as he slumped to
the ground. Shit. I’d take the painting over that any day.
Tierney used several more available weapons on the
others before choosing a massive crystal vase and focusing
back on me. I whimpered and scooted back towards the
wall. “I’m sorry! I’ll make it right, I swear on our family
name! I’ll get Kellan a pony. I’ll rub his feet or whatever he
wants. We will fix this, brother. Please stop beating us. We
did it out of love for you.”
He paused, the vase lifted and poised for my head or
somewhere else vital to my survival. “You have to,” he
rasped as he dropped the vase, rubbing his hand over his
chest as his features shifted back to normal. “I’m falling in
love with him. I need him. Get him back. Please get him
back for me.”
“We will,” I promised as I tried to get to my feet. I slid
right back down, probably on my own blood and broken
glass. The second time, Tierney reached out and plucked
me up, setting me on my feet. “We will get him back for
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you.” My brother nodded and turned to the others.
I blinked at the room for a moment, stunned at what I
saw now that I wasn’t simply focused at my survival.
“Wow,” Tierney breathed, taking the disaster in. “I did
all of this?”
“No, technically our bodies did but you just used us as
the force to break the shit on,” Ronan quipped. “Could
someone look for my spleen please? I think it’s somewhere
by the fireplace.”
“Along with my nuts,” Canice groaned. “Really,
Tierney? I thought we always swore no groin shots. You
had to fucking crack me in the sac with a table?”
“Is that why you fled screaming like a kid?” Darcy
chuckled, spitting blood on the floor before wiping his
mouth with the back of his hand.
“More like hobbled, but yeah,” Canice drawled as he
grabbed the sofa and pulled himself up. “When I realized
he was willing to go that far, fuck, it was every man for
himself and I ran.”
“You’re a bastard. This was your idea,” I growled.
“Dex said Kellan was unstable, violent, and
determined to get away at any cost,” Canice repeated for
Tierney’s benefit since we’d already heard it. “I was
worried. I didn’t know he was traumatized and whatever
else. I thought a quick sit down to make sure he didn’t slice
Tierney’s jugular in his sleep would be something we could
all laugh at next week. Not that he’d freak and assume we
were dragging him off to gang rape him in the front room
of Rafe’s house.”
“He’s been hurt bad,” Tierney muttered, rubbing his
hands over his face.
“Well now he’s got family at his back,” Ronan stated
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firmly as he crawled to his feet. “No one’s getting close
enough to hurt him again.” He groaned and wiped some
blood out of his eyes. “Once we heal maybe. Until then we
might be kind of useless.”
“I need something to drink,” Darcy coughed, shaking
his head. “I swear I got a carton of ash in my lungs when
you hit me with that fireplace bucket.”
I winced again. Damn. I hadn’t gotten it the worst, that
was for damn sure. It was hard not to smile at that. Maybe
squealing right away wasn’t a bad plan. We slowly trudged
out into the hallway, limping, bleeding, and half alive, but
still able to make our way to the kitchen.
We heard people laughing. I made it to the swinging
door first and pushed it open—only to see Boris Markova
smack Kellan’s back… Close enough to where I couldn’t
tell if it had actually been his ass. Granted, there was quite
a height difference, but most people smacked each other on
the shoulder or upper back.
And Kellan stumbled into Jurek Markova… All of the
Markovas surrounding our brother’s mate.
“I would have paid to see that,” Petro chuckled deeply,
his arm raising to touch Kellan but most of it blocked from
our view because all of us were in the doorway now.
“Biting, hitting, and balls are such and interesting combo.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t say that,” Kellan muttered, clearing
his throat and stepping away from Jurek enough that I
could see he wasn’t joking with the others.
“What’s going on here?” I demanded as adrenaline
shot through my body. I stormed into the room, grabbing
the first Markova nearest to me and pushing him aside so I
could see Kellan fully. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”
His eyebrows scrunched together and he nodded. “I’m
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fine. We were just—”
“We were just talking with the cute human, Irishman,”
Boris growled, shoving me away and moving in front of
Kellan. Clearly telling me to stop cock blocking them.
“He asked Kellan what was going on, Russian,” Ronan
snapped, pushing Boris harder than needed so the man went
flying into the kitchen wall. “And that human is Tierney’s
mate, so not sure why the six of you were circling one new
arrival, talking about biting, hitting, and balls, but you
fucking touch him, and I promise you that we’ll do worse
to your mother fucking balls.”
“Try it and we’ll end you,” Feodor snarled as he
shoved Canice.
I swallowed loudly and realized we were going to get
into another fight and we were going to lose. There were
six of them, five of us, and we’d just been in one. And this
time it wouldn’t be for play and Kellan could get hurt.
“Get Kellan out and call Castillo!” I bellowed in my
brothers’ heads as I did the only thing I could think of. I
launched myself at Jurek, Nikita, and Petro who were all
standing by the big bay windows. Just as before we went
flying through them, I saw Canice pick Kellan up like a
football and head towards the back door.
We landed in a heap, half in, half out of the house, and
I smiled because at least they broke my fall. The three of
them had a much, much harder landing.
Except then one of them kicked me off them and I
went flying. But that kind of worked too because I crashed
into Boris and Feodor who collided with the island counter
with a sickening snap. Canice jumped back into the fight so
I knew Kellan was at least safe.
I ended up matched with Georgi seconds later, and
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fuck, that man had arms like goddamn Transformer ones.
Seriously, they had to be part car or something, because
when he punched me in the face, I felt the vibrations
through my whole body.
But again I didn’t have it the worst—Tierney was
taking on Boris and Feodor. Ouch!
“Stop this!” Castillo bellowed as he appeared in the
middle of all of us. Suddenly I couldn’t move.
The good news was neither could Georgi, and he was
inches from punching me in the chest, and with guns like
he had that might have actually stopped my damn heart.
I watched as Castillo stared at our heads in turn,
knowing he was reading our thoughts. It took seconds and
then he sighed.
“This is a very big misunderstanding. The Markova
brothers were teasing Kellan about his interactions with
Dex when Dex rescued him. They heard about it. They did
nothing wrong. Kellan is Tierney’s mate, they respect that.
Boris, Tierney, stay and speak with me. Everyone else, I
will release you but leave, go cool off, and I will clean up
this mess. Rafe does not deserve to come home and find his
kitchen destroyed.”
He let us go and it was weird, as if we’d been dropped
on our feet so we didn’t continue all the action we’d started
in when he’d frozen us… So I didn’t get punched. Yay!
Tierney nodded to the back door, and we filed out that
way, muttering our apologies to Castillo and the Markovas
as we left, grabbing some supplies as we did. Shit, I really
did hurt everywhere now. Even my boo-boos had boo-boos.
And we still had to fix things between Kellan and
Tierney.
Fuck me.
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****
Kellan
I stood slowly as I watched four of the five Macfayden
brothers stumble out onto the terrace where Canice had
dropped me off and told me holler for Castillo when the
fight had broken out. All of them except my mate. The one
I was most worried about.
And what a sight the four of them made! Ronan was
picking glass out of his hair and ears.
Hugh had blood running from a cut on his head and
another on his shoulder that still had a piece of what looked
like a picture or window frame coming out of it.
Darcy was covered in ash and soot, kept coughing and
adjusting his neck while blood ran down his leg as his torn
jeans half hung off his body.
Then there was Canice… Canice looked as if he had
just gotten off a horse he’d been on for a month, walking
on the balls of his feet in a weird, weird way. And there
was a massive gash in his side.
I glanced at the door again as I started breathing funny.
“Tierney’s fine,” Ronan assured me as he handed
Darcy a bottle of water. “He’s working out the
misunderstanding with Boris and Castillo.”
“What the fuck happened in there?” I asked, my heart
calming down a bit after I heard he was okay at least.
“We—well, I thought—” Hugh started but then cleared
his throat and winced. “You looked…”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, just spit it out!” I demanded as I
moved my hands to my hips and was twenty seconds from
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stomping my foot.
His eyes went wide and he nodded. “I thought they
were taking liberties with you and you’re our family now.”
I blinked at him, stunned. Then I almost laughed. I
couldn’t believe I’d been scared of these big softies,
especially when Ronan cooed at Darcy when his brother
whimpered because Ronan was sticking tissues up the
man’s bleeding nostrils.
“What, you thought they were going to gang rape me
like I insinuated you guys were?” I hedged, wanting to at
least pump them for information about my safety and the
people here.
“What? No!” Huge exclaimed and then grabbed his
head. “No, nothing like that. No one here would ever do
that, Kellan. It looked like Boris smacked your ass maybe.
And you seemed really uncomfortable like they were laying
on the heavy flirting.”
“And then they were talking about biting and balls and
I didn’t think about Dex,” Ronan admitted, groaning as he
pulled a piece of glass out of his neck. “Plus, Boris was a
douche like we were blocking his game, and you were so
upset we were trying to talk to you the last thing you need
is six Russians grouping up to put the moves on you, and I
was grumpy already, so yeah, I got pissed.”
“Wow. Just wow,” I breathed, instantly forgiving them
for earlier. “I can’t believe you guys jumped in like that to
defend and help me. I mean look at you. All this abuse and
beating you took from fighting them. I can’t believe this is
from one quick fight like that.”
“Sure, let’s go with that.” Ronan smirked before he
collapsed to the ground, moaning. “Yup, all from the fight
in the kitchen.”
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“Uh-huh, nothing else,” Darcy agreed, taking his
brother’s lead and laying down in the grass. “That’s my
story and I’m sticking to it. This is from six Russians
versus five Irishmen.”
Okay, I might have missed a lot, but even I knew there
was some private joke going on. Whatever, they could keep
their brotherly secrets.
“What do they feed those Russians?” Hugh whined as
he slowly lowered himself to his knees. He then did a face
plant with a whoosh as the air left his lungs. “Seriously?
Did you see Georgi’s arms? Fucking guns, man!”
“I hurt everywhere,” Canice bitched as he joined his
brothers. “I mean everywhere. I think my boys are in my
throat.”
“Well my honor and virtue are safe,” I chuckled as I
knelt between them. I picked up one of the bottles of water
and started nursing them.
“We’re really sorry, Kellan,” Hugh mumbled. He lifted
his head and glanced around, cursing under his breath.
Then he grabbed a fistful of grass and handed it to me.
“Here, it’s not an apology without a gift. I’m sorry,
Kellan.”
“Grass, really?” I drawled but still took it from him.
“Oh, wait, I have one of those weed flowers,” Ronan
offered, picking it and holding it out to me.
“Dandelions, you tosser,” Darcy snickered.
“Yeah, those. We’ll do better tomorrow.”
I took it from him and nodded, not letting them off the
hook just yet. “It’s a good start.” But I did nurse them a bit
before Tierney and Castillo joined us. Castillo said their
punishment for being idiots was to suffer their injuries and
they all agreed. While they talked, I snuck off, once I knew
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Tierney was really okay. I felt his eyes on me as I walked
away, my feet feeling heavier and heavier with each step.
I wanted nothing more than to run into his arms.
But this was two big drama blowouts just with his
family in one day. I really, really did need that space now. I
think it wasn’t more than I deserved to ask for.
The End
About the Author
Flynn has always been interested in the darker aspects of
life and mythologies—especially vampires, shifters, the
occult, and anything paranormal—ignoring the nuns at her
grammar school who thought her a demon worshiper. Her
outward appearance and personality doesn't exactly fall in
line with her twisted humor either, and Flynn gets a kick
out of people's initial reaction to how "normal" she is. So,
after publishing over 100 titles under various names, it is
finally time to unleash the evil twin, allowing Flynn the
freedom to pursue the darker side of her imagination.
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Other Titles by Flynn Eire
WARRIOR CAMP
Love’s Deceit
Love’s Indecision
Love’s Denial
SHIFTING REALITY
The Coming Storm
Whirlwind Revolution
Unavoidable Turbulence
Misery Hailing Down
OPEN ENDED VOYAGE
Recapturing the Illusion
WOLF HAREM
Second Chance Bite
Spencer’s Secret
Dying Assassin
The Final Addition
SEXLECTION
Shifter for Sale
HOUNDS OF HELL
Avoiding Hell’s Gate
Switching Teams
Fighting Insanity
Defeating Fear
Becoming Family

A Supernatural Script Inc. Book

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