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Steve raised a bushy brow.  Mind not telling me what to fucking do? You were done. Don t
blame me if you fucked up. You re the asshole who only got the job because you re fucking the boss s
sister.
Luc blinked, the burning rage that had cut through him turning to ice.  Excuse me?
 You heard me. You were done. If the boxes are messed up, must have been you. Maybe you re
not as perfect as you thought. You put them in the wrong place. Wes, Storm, and Decker will have to
deal with your shit at that point.
Luc prowled toward Steve. He towered over the man but refused to break the dick s nose.  First.
You ever, and I mean ever, talk about Meghan like that again, I ll end you. You get me?
 You threatening me, boy?
 No, I m fucking promising you. Any problems you have with me outside of the job we do here
can be dealt with after hours. Fucking with my work because you have some twisted-up version of
whatever the fuck you re thinking isn t going to cut it. Now tear down that fucking wall and let me fix
the problems you caused. If I find out you were the one to move my boxes, or do anything else to
sabotage my work, then I ll make sure you re out. You hear me?
Steve s face reddened, and he sputtered.  You think because you re fucking that little bitch you
can talk to me that way?
Luc moved, his fist connecting with the man s nose. The satisfying crunch was not good enough.
He sucked in a breath, knowing he d fucked up. He d let his personal life get in the middle of work,
and he d hit a man. It didn t matter that Steve probably was the one messing up his work, he d hit the
fucker because of his words against Meghan. Shit.
 What the hell? Wes yelled as he stormed in, Meghan on his tail.
Fuck.
Meghan s face had paled, her body shaking. When he reached out, she took a step back, and he
froze. Holy hell, was that fear on her face? She was afraid of him?
Well, Jesus Christ.
 Steve, get the fuck off my project site. You re done, Wes snarled.
Luc gave Meghan one last look, the anger that had been building going full steam now. The
fuckups of the day just kept piling up, and he had no idea what to do. He d needed to let off the
aggression, the rage, but in doing so, it looked as though he d scared the one woman who mattered
more than anything.
 I m filing charges, you fucker, Steve wailed, clutching his nose.  He hit me, unprovoked.
Luc lifted a lip in a snarl, but Wes was the one to speak.  I heard what you said about Meghan,
what you said about Luc. I also have a pretty good idea who fucked up Luc s station. I d have grounds
to fire you for that alone, but when you bring in family? Then you re out. We re not a big firm. We re
the Montgomerys. You don t fuck with us.
 Fuck all of you, then. I don t need you. With that, Steve scrambled out of the room, leaving a
blood trail in his wake.
Jason blinked rapidly between them, shuffling from foot to foot.  I& I m sorry. I didn t know I
messed up.
Luc couldn t speak. Anything he had to say would come out as a yell, and he d scared Meghan
and Jason as well, it seemed enough for the day.
 You didn t do anything wrong, Jason, Wes said, his barely restrained anger leashed just
enough.  Why don t you and the rest of your crew work on that wall. I need to talk with Luc for a
minute.
This was it. He d lose his job because he d lost his temper. He normally held it in so well that no
one knew he could break at any moment. Only today he couldn t do it.
He still refused to look at Meghan. If he did, he d see the pain on her face, the fear. Just the
thought of it cut through him. Instead, he lifted his chin at Wes and strode out of the house, aware that
every eye in the place was on him.
 Am I out? he clipped.
Wes shook his head, his hands balled into fists at his sides.  Fuck, no. I heard what Steve said.
I m surprised you didn t do more than break his nose.
Surprised, Luc blinked.  I hit a man on the job, Wes.
 Yeah, and he deserved it. The other man winced.  Though he might file charges. We ll deal
with them if we have to, but you re not losing your job. I saw the mess they made of your work, and I
know that s not you. That s on them.
Relief should have spread through him, but instead, all he could think about was what would
have happened if Wes hadn t been as smart as he was, and added on to the fact that Meghan hadn t
spoken a word to him and had looked at him the way she did, he had nothing left to give.
 We don t have your supplies, and the tension is high enough as it is, Wes said softly.  Why not
go home and work on estimates for the next job or go punch a bag or something. I might call it early
for everyone today. I m fucking pissed that the little fucker would say that about Meghan and that he
messed up our timeline. With Stan being a douche as well, I just need to get drunk.
Luc nodded understanding.  I m heading out then. I ll be back tomorrow. He gave one last look
at the project house then turned away when he didn t see Meghan. He d scared her. He d yelled, hit a
man, and waved his arms around. He didn t know about everything she d been through with Richard,
but he d crossed a line. He wasn t sure the other man had ever laid a hand on her, but the fact that
she d looked scared told him enough.
He wasn t good enough for Meghan Montgomery. Hadn t been before and sure as hell wasn t
good enough now.
When he pulled up to his house, he punched the steering wheel. Too much anger raged in his
veins, and he needed a way to get it out. He got into his house, pulled off his clothes, and then put on
an old pair of sweats that hung on his hips. If he d been just a tad angrier, he d have started on the bag
in his garage without taping his hands first. However, he retained enough presence of mind to take
care of his knuckles since he had a job to do. If he showed up unable to work because he d been a
fucking idiot, then he wouldn t blame Wes for firing him.
He let his mind focus on the bag in front of him, his form meticulous. He d learned with Decker
years ago, but while he was gone, he d perfected his stance. With each hit, he tried to let out the
anger.
The anger over supplies.
The anger over destruction.
The anger over Steve.
The anger over his sister s attitude.
The anger over Richard.
The anger over Meghan s fear.
The anger over his own actions.
Sweat poured over his brow, but he shook it away. He didn t relent, the bag beating back on his
hands. His arms began to ache, his legs burning from his positions. Yet he didn t stop. He didn t know [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]