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Denali was sitting on a stool at the bar, and there was murder in his eyes.

Shit.

Running a hand through my hair, I blew out a breath. “Listen⁠—”

Before I could get another word out of my mouth, he was barrelling towards me.

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER!”

Oh fuck.

“Now hold on.” I held up both hands and planted my feet, hoping maybe I could get him to see reason. “Let’s me explain⁠—

He didn’t want to talk.

I got that message real quick when he reared back and drove his fist into my face.

WHACK!

My jaw exploded in pain as I stumbled back.

Fuck me.

I pressed my hand to the side of my face.

“What the fuck, dude?”

“MY SISTER’S NOT A FUCKING WHORE!” he roared.

Jesus Christ.

“No. She’s not.”

I worked my jaw from side to side to make sure he hadn’t broken anything.

I’d say one thing for the man. He packed a mean fucking punch. My brain felt like it’d been rattling around in my skull.

Jesus.

“That’s the only free shot you get.”

“Free shot?” Denali’s nostrils flared. Oh yeah, he was pissed all the way off. No doubt about it.

“I trusted you to watch my sister’s back. To look out for her.” He spat at my feet. “After everything I’ve done for you. This is how you pay me back? By treating my sister like a whore?”

My eyes narrowed to slits as rage roiled through me. How fucking dare he.

“Be very careful about the next words that come out of your mouth,” I growled, pointing a finger at him.

I got he was pissed at me. He had every right to be, but no way in hell was he going to speak about his sister like that.

Fuck no. Not happening.

“Or fucking what?” he snarled.

“I respect the hell out of you, Denali,” I rumbled, stepping into his space. “But you better shut your fucking mouth about her.”

The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.