Chapter 39

“Kieran!” Liam cried, jumping to his feet. “No!”

Faulkner was now snarling at Rye, revealing his sharp canines. Rye had fallen. He was struggling to stand up, clutching his nose and mouth. Blood dripped through his fingers. “You fucking little shit! You got some nerve—”

“Get out of here!” Kieran yelled, wiping his bloody knuckles on his shorts. “You call yourself a brother? He’s done nothing wrong. He’s a fucking amazing human being and you’re accusing him of molesting his nephews?” Kieran was livid, his face pale with anger.

Liam was trying to hold Kieran and the dog back, but Kieran slipped out of his hand and started shoving Rye again and again, until Rye finally stumbled back to his truck, with Faulkner at his heels. “You’re as sick as he is!” he shouted from the sidewalk.

“Oh please. Go read a book, you ignorant asshole.” Kieran was still wired and ready to pounce.