life interesting.
They cal ed him the Rabid Leprechaun, and Cranston was inordinately pleased with that title. So much so that his agents and Alex’s team worried
that he took it a little too seriously. The thing about Cranston that the Mackays never understood, though, was that it wasn’t about the manipulations he
conspired to do; for Timothy, it was al about the past and everything he had ever lost. It was about retribution. And in ways, it had been for Alex as wel . He
understood that. For Alex, though, the thoughts of retribution were melting away beneath thoughts of Janey.
“Not this time, Natches.†He shook his head as he stopped in front of his friend. “We need to talk.â€
Natches’s eyes narrowed dangerously before he inclined his head into the houseboat. “Wel , we’re al here as you asked. Keep your voice
down, though; Chaya’s stil sleeping.â€
Evidently, al the Mackay women were sleeping. Ray, his son, Rowdy, Dawg, and Natches were waiting, but Crista, Kel y, and Chaya were absent.
He stepped into the wide front room and stared at the men huddled around the table at the side, a pot of coffee between them.
“Alex, good to see you.†Ray Mackay, Rowdy’s father, with his sharp Mackay green eyes and graying black hair, waved him over. “Get a
seat, son. We have a cup for you.†He poured coffee into a cup as Alex stepped over to the table.
He didn’t sit down. Neither did Natches.
“Seven in the morning,†Natches commented with a drawl. “Must be trouble.â€
“Trouble fol ows Alex,†Rowdy grunted. Evidently he didn’t like getting up early anymore either.
“So does Cranston,†Dawg commented mockingly. Another less-than-polite Mackay. Hel , they were nicer than this before they decided
monogamy was the spice of life.
“No Cranston this time.†Alex pul ed the letters from inside his jacket, unfolded them, and handed them to Natches. “I got these last night.
They’ve come in the past two months, to Janey.â€
Natches took the letters slowly, his gaze locking with Alex’s. He could feel the sense of danger, the ragged, burning fury already building as he
stared into the other man’s gray eyes.
When his eyes moved to the letters, his blood began to boil.
Traitor’s whore. Slut. You’re not wanted. Get out of town before you’re carried out in a casket.
Â
Traitor bitches aren’t wanted. You dirtied yourself with daddy and auntie. Did you moan for them? Did you beg like the bitch you are?
Take your dirty ass out of town before you’re taken out.
Fucking daddy and auntie isn’t nice, little bitch. Get the fuck out!
Natches could feel the fury burning, building.
“She didn’t tel me about these.†Natches handed them to Dawg and Rowdy, knowing what was coming once they read them. “She would
have told me.â€
Fear was bal ing in Natches’s gut now. This was what Janey had been keeping from him for months? Was this why she had moved from the marina
to that apartment in town, so he wouldn’t find out?
God, she didn’t even trust him, her brother, to help her? But why should she? He hadn’t been able to help her in al the years Dayle had
control ed her. What would make her think he could help her now?
“She made Zeke swear not to tel you about them. It was the only way she agreed to turn them over. I’m stil official y on the investigation from
last year. He turned them over to me instead.â€
Natches turned away and reached for his boots. He and Janey were going to have a talk. Now. This wasn’t happening. Damn whoever had written
those letters to hel . He wasn’t letting anything else destroy his sister.
“Where are you going, son?†Ray rose from the table.
“To get Janey.â€
It was the only solution. Get her back
They cal ed him the Rabid Leprechaun, and Cranston was inordinately pleased with that title. So much so that his agents and Alex’s team worried
that he took it a little too seriously. The thing about Cranston that the Mackays never understood, though, was that it wasn’t about the manipulations he
conspired to do; for Timothy, it was al about the past and everything he had ever lost. It was about retribution. And in ways, it had been for Alex as wel . He
understood that. For Alex, though, the thoughts of retribution were melting away beneath thoughts of Janey.
“Not this time, Natches.†He shook his head as he stopped in front of his friend. “We need to talk.â€
Natches’s eyes narrowed dangerously before he inclined his head into the houseboat. “Wel , we’re al here as you asked. Keep your voice
down, though; Chaya’s stil sleeping.â€
Evidently, al the Mackay women were sleeping. Ray, his son, Rowdy, Dawg, and Natches were waiting, but Crista, Kel y, and Chaya were absent.
He stepped into the wide front room and stared at the men huddled around the table at the side, a pot of coffee between them.
“Alex, good to see you.†Ray Mackay, Rowdy’s father, with his sharp Mackay green eyes and graying black hair, waved him over. “Get a
seat, son. We have a cup for you.†He poured coffee into a cup as Alex stepped over to the table.
He didn’t sit down. Neither did Natches.
“Seven in the morning,†Natches commented with a drawl. “Must be trouble.â€
“Trouble fol ows Alex,†Rowdy grunted. Evidently he didn’t like getting up early anymore either.
“So does Cranston,†Dawg commented mockingly. Another less-than-polite Mackay. Hel , they were nicer than this before they decided
monogamy was the spice of life.
“No Cranston this time.†Alex pul ed the letters from inside his jacket, unfolded them, and handed them to Natches. “I got these last night.
They’ve come in the past two months, to Janey.â€
Natches took the letters slowly, his gaze locking with Alex’s. He could feel the sense of danger, the ragged, burning fury already building as he
stared into the other man’s gray eyes.
When his eyes moved to the letters, his blood began to boil.
Traitor’s whore. Slut. You’re not wanted. Get out of town before you’re carried out in a casket.
Â
Traitor bitches aren’t wanted. You dirtied yourself with daddy and auntie. Did you moan for them? Did you beg like the bitch you are?
Take your dirty ass out of town before you’re taken out.
Fucking daddy and auntie isn’t nice, little bitch. Get the fuck out!
Natches could feel the fury burning, building.
“She didn’t tel me about these.†Natches handed them to Dawg and Rowdy, knowing what was coming once they read them. “She would
have told me.â€
Fear was bal ing in Natches’s gut now. This was what Janey had been keeping from him for months? Was this why she had moved from the marina
to that apartment in town, so he wouldn’t find out?
God, she didn’t even trust him, her brother, to help her? But why should she? He hadn’t been able to help her in al the years Dayle had
control ed her. What would make her think he could help her now?
“She made Zeke swear not to tel you about them. It was the only way she agreed to turn them over. I’m stil official y on the investigation from
last year. He turned them over to me instead.â€
Natches turned away and reached for his boots. He and Janey were going to have a talk. Now. This wasn’t happening. Damn whoever had written
those letters to hel . He wasn’t letting anything else destroy his sister.
“Where are you going, son?†Ray rose from the table.
“To get Janey.â€
It was the only solution. Get her back
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