Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Alexei
“So how is she in bed? I’ve been wondering since I met her,” Griffin elbowed Brian in the middle. Subtle, real subtle. I told him to pick on the man, not make him want to plot murder.
Ace got to Griffin first and slapped him in the back of the head. “Shut up. No one talks about someone else’s woman like that.”
Brian’s face flamed red but he didn’t speak up for himself or Audrey. I was going to end up grinding my back teeth to dust dealing with this shit. He was a bitch.
“It’s okay, I’m sure she’s feisty,” Ivan smirked.
My brothers were going to get it.
Brian frowned but spoke up this time. “She’s actually pretty docile.”
Docile? He was describing Audrey as docile? Did he even know the woman he was marrying? Apparently not.
“There’s no fucking way,” Dimitri fired his gun in rapid succession. Hitting the target dead center with each one.
Brian blinked at the accuracy. Dimitri was a psychopathic killer who could use any weapon with ridiculous accuracy. It was disgusting and also fascinating.
Brian took his earmuffs off. “I don’t know, it’s not anything wild.”
I didn’t believe him. I didn’t believe him for a single minute.
“You’re one lucky man,” I tried to curb the conversation to a safer territory. I didn’t think it would happen but the last thing I wanted was a fight to break loose, especially with all of the guns around us.
Ace cracked open a beer and handed it to Brian. He was the only one not shooting so it didn’t matter. The rest of us would be sober until all guns were unloaded and locked away.
There weren’t many rules around here, but that was the one we followed. The last thing we wanted was one of our brother’s blood on our hands. We would be responsible when it came to guns, if nothing else.
“I suppose I am,” Brian said after a sip of beer. “I would like to think so but she’s hard to tame.”
My blood boiled. Hard to tame? He wanted to tame her? “What do you mean?”
Brian waved a hand around like we all had some kind of experience with this. “Ya know,” he started. “She won’t listen. She likes hard alcohol and when my mom suggested she lose weight?—”
Absolutely not. She was perfect, every damn inch of her.
“Lose weight?” I asked. He was digging his own grave.
Brian shrugged. “She’s going to need to fit into a wedding dress.”
“That’s why they have different sizes,” Ivan growled.
Brian held his hands up. “I suppose, my mom said she would want me to be able to wrap my hands around her waist and that was the lady-like thing to do. Everyone loses weight before their big day.”
Was this douche a momma’s boy? There was nothing wrong with a momma’s boy within reason. This was just entirely way outside of reason.
Ace patted Brian on the shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t ask your mom about those things.” Leave it to Ace to be cordial. He was so much better at it than the rest of us.
Brian took another sip of beer and shrugged. “Why not? She’s a woman. She knows about women.”
“I think Audrey is perfect.” Griffin leaned back with a scowl.
“I mean, she’s close to it, if she lost a few pounds and stopped eating so much takeout, she would be my dream girl.”
I’d had enough. Ace wrapped his arm around my waist and hauled me out of the room. The entire range was made out of bulletproof glass and I pointed my finger right at the damned idiot on the other side. I knew he couldn’t hear me but I screamed anyway. “She’s fucking perfect already, you fucking piece of shit!”
His face paled as I was yanked away and down to the kitchen. I hated him. I hated him with every fiber of my being. If I was allowed back into the range, I was going to kill him right then and there.