Page 112 of Lawless Rivals

I don’t get the chance to react. Saint is already there, twisting Rafe’s arm behind his back.

Rafe pushes into him, but Saint doesn’t give in. He drives forward instead, forcing Rafe back step by step.

“Don’t,” Saint mutters low.

“Have ya seen our sister, Saint?” Rafe tries to pull himself upright. “Those bastards made her bleed.”

“And they’ll pay for it,” Saint says. “The fuckers who hurt her, not Keira. Am I clear?”

Saint bears down on Rafe’s arm. “Don’t touch her again, Rafe.”

“Or what?”

“Do ya really wanna find out?” Saint’s voice drops lower. “Try me.”

Saint’s grip tightens, folding Rafe forward, neither of them giving ground.

I stay where I am, the imprint of Rafe’s grip still on my arm, my pulse still running hard as it happens inches in front of me.

“She ratted out her da so you could find me,” Sera calls over, her voice steady even as she stands there, bone-tired.

Rafe turns his head just enough to catch sight of his sister. Shay stays close at her side while she swipes the edge of her bloodied lip.

“It’s been a long night, boys,” she says. “Let’s sleep it off.”

Rafe exhales hard, the fight still there, his shoulders tight, jaw set, but he stops pushing against his brother.

Saint keeps his hold for a beat, his gaze fixed on Rafe, unblinking, holding him there a second longer before letting go.

“We done here, Rafe?” he asks.

“Since when did ya side with them?” Rafe straightens and rakes a hand through his messy hair.

“You’re asking the wrong question.” Saint smooths his jacket back into place. “Maybe ya should ask when Keira sided with us?”

Rafe looks straight at me and reaches into his jacket, pulling out a pack of smokes. “You gonna side with us when I kick the fucking shit outta your brother?”

I open my mouth to defend him, but my gaze lands on the blood spattered across Sera’s arm. Nothing comes out.

A lighter sparks, and the flame catches the cigarette between his teeth. Rafe drags in smoke and takes a slow step back.

“What about when I kill your da, Harrington? Will ya still be on our side then?”

A response presses against my closed teeth. My father left me here. He chose retaliation over bringing me home. Rafe speaks as though his death is already decided, and my fingers have gone numb at my sides.

Saint moves to my side, his hand settling at the curve of my spine. “Leave it, Rafe.”

Rafe shakes his head and walks toward Dane. “You know ya can’t keep her, right?”

Heat builds under my skin. I pull back my shoulders and take a step forward.

“What makes you think I want to be kept? You’re so full of your Tallon bullshit that you can’t see past it. It might come as a shock to you, Rafe, but I’m not into kidnapping and being trapped.”

His gaze tightens, and he takes another drag. “But you’re into Saint Tallon—and he’s into you.”

Beside me, Saint’s hand presses harder at my back. My skin tingles under the contact while my heart thrums—he doesn’t deny it.

“We’ll talk about payback first thing in the morning.” Saint looks at Sera. “I’ll get the doctor to call in and check ya over.”