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would have been able to stop him. Stuart grabbed the necklace Jules always wore and yanked. The chain snapped easily and then Stuart was running. He would probably have made it to his car if he hadn’t run into Kai like hitting a brick wall. Kai barely felt it.
“And most of all, fuck you!” Stuart screamed, spittle spraying Kai’s cheeks.
Like most junkies, Stuart was fearless. Unmindful of the necklace in his hand, he swung fast, getting in one good left hook—to Kai it felt like a bee sting on his lip—before Kai grabbed him. He quickly twisted Stuart’s arm behind his back—the one that held the stolen property—dropping him to the dirt. Kai pinned him with his own weight—he probably outweighed the junkie by seventy pounds—and made himself very clear.
“You ever take anything from her again, I’ll take your head off,” Kai growled, twisting Stuart’s arm up higher, making him howl in pain, just to make sure he got his point across. “I hear you talk to her again like that, you won’t need to commit suicide, you pathetic little fuck.”
“Okay! Okay!” Stuart sounded like someone’s little brother crying ‘uncle!’
Kai squeezed the bones in Stuart’s wrist, making him yelp and open his hand. Then Kai took the necklace and stood, rolling Stuart over to his back in the dirt with his boot.
“Kai…” Jules was at his side, her hand on his forearm, her voice a warning. She must have seen the dark, murderous look on his face. Kai’s hands twitched, aching to make Stuart a punching bag.
“Yeah, yeah.” Kai took a deep, steadying breath.
“Stuart.” Jules took a step forward, reaching a hand out to help him up, but Stuart rolled away from her, struggling up off the ground.
He glared at both of them. “You deserve each other.”
“Stop it,” Jules reprimanded, like he was a toddler. “Stuart, you need help. Let’s—”
“I don’t need anything from you!”
Stuart took off running.
“Kai, don’t let him—” Jules started, but Kai was already after him.
Damned little junkie was fast, though. That was one thing about being a big guy—you weren’t quite as fast or maneuverable as the little guys. Stuart was in his car and peeling off before Kai could catch him. He banged on the Firebird’s hood as Stuart passed, but even Kai couldn’t stop a moving vehicle—at least, not unless he could shift again.
“Who are you calling?” Jules panted as she caught up to him, watching the cloud of dust following the red car down the driveway.
“Sheriff,” Kai said, listening to the call connect. “They can pick him up before he does something even more stupid.”
“Thank you.” She leaned her head against his arm as he relayed the information about Stuart—including the make, model and license plate number of the Firebird—to the Blue Creek sheriff’s office.
When he got off the phone, Kai put his arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.
“I’m proud of you,” he murmured into her hair, feeling her arms go around his waist, her body impossibly soft against his. “And I’m sorry, Jules. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered, her cheek resting against his chest, head tucked under his chin. “I think I always knew. I just… didn’t want to know. If that makes sense.”
“It does.” His arms tightened and then he remembered the necklace in his hand. He slipped it into his jeans pocket—he’d get her a new chain for it, something sturdier—as Jules looked up and exclaimed over his split lip. He could taste his blood, coppery and bitter.
“Let’s get this cleaned up.” She rubbed his swollen lip with her thumb, frowning, then met his eyes. Her touch made him hungry for her and the heat in her gaze made his mouth go dry. “Can I still kiss it?”
He nodded slowly and she went up on tiptoe to ghost her lips against his, a sensation that made his body light up, instantly on fire.
Her fingers twined behind his neck, and she breathed,
“And most of all, fuck you!” Stuart screamed, spittle spraying Kai’s cheeks.
Like most junkies, Stuart was fearless. Unmindful of the necklace in his hand, he swung fast, getting in one good left hook—to Kai it felt like a bee sting on his lip—before Kai grabbed him. He quickly twisted Stuart’s arm behind his back—the one that held the stolen property—dropping him to the dirt. Kai pinned him with his own weight—he probably outweighed the junkie by seventy pounds—and made himself very clear.
“You ever take anything from her again, I’ll take your head off,” Kai growled, twisting Stuart’s arm up higher, making him howl in pain, just to make sure he got his point across. “I hear you talk to her again like that, you won’t need to commit suicide, you pathetic little fuck.”
“Okay! Okay!” Stuart sounded like someone’s little brother crying ‘uncle!’
Kai squeezed the bones in Stuart’s wrist, making him yelp and open his hand. Then Kai took the necklace and stood, rolling Stuart over to his back in the dirt with his boot.
“Kai…” Jules was at his side, her hand on his forearm, her voice a warning. She must have seen the dark, murderous look on his face. Kai’s hands twitched, aching to make Stuart a punching bag.
“Yeah, yeah.” Kai took a deep, steadying breath.
“Stuart.” Jules took a step forward, reaching a hand out to help him up, but Stuart rolled away from her, struggling up off the ground.
He glared at both of them. “You deserve each other.”
“Stop it,” Jules reprimanded, like he was a toddler. “Stuart, you need help. Let’s—”
“I don’t need anything from you!”
Stuart took off running.
“Kai, don’t let him—” Jules started, but Kai was already after him.
Damned little junkie was fast, though. That was one thing about being a big guy—you weren’t quite as fast or maneuverable as the little guys. Stuart was in his car and peeling off before Kai could catch him. He banged on the Firebird’s hood as Stuart passed, but even Kai couldn’t stop a moving vehicle—at least, not unless he could shift again.
“Who are you calling?” Jules panted as she caught up to him, watching the cloud of dust following the red car down the driveway.
“Sheriff,” Kai said, listening to the call connect. “They can pick him up before he does something even more stupid.”
“Thank you.” She leaned her head against his arm as he relayed the information about Stuart—including the make, model and license plate number of the Firebird—to the Blue Creek sheriff’s office.
When he got off the phone, Kai put his arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.
“I’m proud of you,” he murmured into her hair, feeling her arms go around his waist, her body impossibly soft against his. “And I’m sorry, Jules. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered, her cheek resting against his chest, head tucked under his chin. “I think I always knew. I just… didn’t want to know. If that makes sense.”
“It does.” His arms tightened and then he remembered the necklace in his hand. He slipped it into his jeans pocket—he’d get her a new chain for it, something sturdier—as Jules looked up and exclaimed over his split lip. He could taste his blood, coppery and bitter.
“Let’s get this cleaned up.” She rubbed his swollen lip with her thumb, frowning, then met his eyes. Her touch made him hungry for her and the heat in her gaze made his mouth go dry. “Can I still kiss it?”
He nodded slowly and she went up on tiptoe to ghost her lips against his, a sensation that made his body light up, instantly on fire.
Her fingers twined behind his neck, and she breathed,
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