Liam: Branded Brothers
forward with the handcuffs dangling in his hands through the
silent house.
    He reached the door at the end of the hallway, put his hand
on the door knob and slowly turned it, holding his breath as he pushed it open
a crack. He expected to see Rich lying on the floor, but the floor was empty.
Liam’s eyes shot up to see Rich climbing out the window just like the blonde,
feet first. Rich met Liam’s eyes for a brief second before he disappeared out
the window.
    “God damn it,” Liam yelled. He sprinted through the living
room, jumping over a woman lying on the floor. He didn’t have time to throw her
a card. He peeled out of the house and down the steps to see a naked Rich
hobbling toward the sidewalk.
    Liam flew across the yard and tackled him, bringing them both
to the ground with a resounding thud.
    “Oh, come on man,” Rich moaned into the grass. Liam shoved
his face harder into the ground and yanked his arms behind his back. He cuffed
them with a clank while he pinned his body to the ground. “Come on. I can’t go
back. Goddamn it.”
    “Should have thought about that before you jumped bail
again,” Liam said, holding on to his arms. “Stand up.”
    Rich staggered to his feet, standing in all his naked and
wrinkly ass and ball glory.
    “Damn it, Rich,” Liam said, averting his eyes. It was too
early to see a sight like this. “I can’t bring you in like this, and I sure the
hell don’t want you sitting in my van with that dirty ass of yours.”
    Rich laughed. “Come on. If you let me go, you wouldn’t have
to worry about it.”
    “In the house. Now,” Liam ordered, pushing Rich toward the
house. They walked across the yard, up the stairs, and into the house. The
woman on the floor didn’t move.
    “Is she all right?” Liam asked as they stepped over her.
    “Yeah, she’s fine,” Rich grumbled.
    “Is there anyone else in the house?”
    “No one else is here. What happened to the blonde?”
    “She crawled out the window just before you did,” Liam
replied as they ducked into Rich’s bedroom.
    “I can get it,” Rich offered, moving toward the dresser.
    “Not a chance,” Liam said, yanking him back. “You know I’m
only doing this as a courtesy for you. Most guys would drag your sorry ass into
the station buck naked. They might give you a jacket to cover yourself with,
but that’s all.”
    “I know,” he replied. “What’s your name by the way? Second
time’s a charm…”
    “I told you the first time I wouldn’t tell you my name,”
Liam said as he held on to Rich with one hand and dug in a drawer with the
other. A Glock was hidden beneath his pants. Liam held up the gun and waved it
in the air. “Good thing I didn’t let you dig in this drawer, huh?”
    “You got me,” Rich said with a shrug. “I had to try. How
much they paying you anyway? I can pay you double.”
    Liam grabbed a pair of pants and t-shirt. “No, you can’t. On
second thought, I’ll let you go to the station naked. You can put on your shit
when you get there.”
    “Come on, man,” Rich complained as Liam shoved him out of
the bedroom. “Who called me in anyway? How’d you know I was here?”
    “Got the call yesterday.” Liam stopped in the living room
and dug inside his pocket. He retrieved a card for the clinic and dropped it on
the woman’s back. Then he shoved Rich out the door and down the steps again.
    “Was it my brother?” Rich asked.
    “I don’t know, Rich,” Liam replied as they crossed the lawn.
    “Goddamn brother ain’t much of a brother. Always rats me
out,” he muttered, shaking his head.
    “You got a brother?”
    “Yeah, two,” Liam said, opening the back door of the van. He
pushed Rich in and threw the pants and shirt next to him. “Sit on those.”
    Liam slammed the back doors shut and then climbed into the
driver’s seat and started the engine. This was the least favorite part of his
job. He really needed to get a partner. He hated keeping tabs on his clientele
on the

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