Good Man Not

Sienna

Giovanni's angry gaze turns to me and when he steps into the room, I see his clothes are wet, muddy even. He's not wearing a coat, and in his hand, he's got a half bottle of whiskey.

Declan stands, turns his gaze to me. "Glad to meet you, Sienna," he says. "Let me know if you want me to take you into town tomorrow. It'd be my pleasure."

I can tell from the way he says it that it's for Giovanni's benefit. To irritate him. Taunt him.

And it works because Giovanni stalks forward, sets the bottle on the table and lunges for his brother.

But he's drunk and Declan isn't, and he sidesteps him. I let out a scream, jump to my feet.

"Not used to our whiskey anymore, brother?" Declan asks.

"I'm going to kill you."

I grab Giovanni's arm when he lunges again but I don't even think he can feel it. Feel me holding him back.

Declan's face hardens and he steps toward Giovanni. The two are like giants, nose-to-nose and raging.

"I'd like to see you try," Declan says.

"Stop it. Both of you," I yel