“I really thought it would be a good idea to just tell him,” Renee said.

Weasel winced as she pressed an antiseptic wipe against the cut on his forehead. He glanced across the room to where Constance was also tending to Vengeance’s cuts and bruises.

“Wow, you guys really know how to fucking trash the place,” Demon said.

He didn’t even know when the club Prez had arrived. He’d been too busy dealing with blows coming at his face. The moment Renee had told her brother that they were together everything had turned to hell.

“You’re paying for that shit,” Weasel said, spitting out a little blood into a bowl that Renee had given him.

“I’m not paying for shit. I’m going to kill your fucking ass. Renee, get away from him.”

She didn’t stop tending his wounds, but she glared at Vengeance. “You were supposed to be happy about this, not try to kill him.”

“Guess what? I’m not that highly evolved. He touched you and he shouldn’t have. He should have come to me first and talked about it.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” Weasel said, glaring.

“Wow, we walked into some family drama all right,” Joker said.

From what he’d heard, Renee had panicked after they started fighting and called the club for help.

He was pissed about having the club witness their fight but it wasn’t like it was anything new.

Weasel winced as she placed the wipe against his cut. Alcohol free? Yeah, right, they were stinging as if she’d poured fucking whiskey over the damn things. His face was swelling up, and out of one eye, he couldn’t see.

“I can’t believe you couldn’t talk this out,” Constance said. “Look at you. You’re a mess.”

“I was protecting my sister,” Vengeance said.

Constance glanced at him. “If you ask me, she doesn’t want protecting. She’s happy.”

“Thank you. At least someone gets it,” Renee said. “I didn’t tell you so that you’d start hitting each other. I told you because I didn’t want to sneak behind your back, or for you to find out from someone else. I’m not going to hide my feelings for him, Vengeance.” She sighed when she looked down at the wipe that was covered in blood. “Look at all this mess.” She glanced around the room.

Furniture was broken, and it looked like a tornado had come through. He’d thrown Vengeance across a table, and under the excess weight, the thing had given completely out and now lay in bits on the floor.

His house was trashed.

Renee put her hands on her hips and glared. “No one else but me is going to be cleaning this up. Ugh, I don’t even know why I bother. I’m so pissed at you both right now.”

Weasel glared at her. “Why the fuck are you pissed at me? I didn’t throw the first punch.”

“No, you didn’t, but you also fought back.” She glared at him, grabbed the bowl of dirty water, and stormed off. “If you would have just surrendered and backed off, he would have done the same.”

The only people laughing in the room were Joker and Demon, and he didn’t have the energy to wipe the smirks off their faces.

He may have cracked a few ribs. Fuck, he was hurting all over.

Finally, Weasel looked toward Vengeance and waited.

“I’d offer to clean up the mess if I was either of you,” Demon said, taking a seat in one of the spare chairs. “When Renee called and said you were killing each other, I thought for a second she was lying.”

“He touched my sister when he should have been honest from the beginning. I wasn’t going to let that shit go. The fact he’s still breathing is a fucking miracle.”

Weasel didn’t say anything. His jaw was hurting and was probably swollen as hell. It had been a long time since he’d been in a fight like this, and his body was showing it.

“Are you two done with this fight? Or do we need to referee another one?” Joker asked.

He looked toward Vengeance, and for several seconds he didn’t say anything. What was there to say? Still, Vengeance was his club brother. He would die for the fucker no matter what.

“I know I’m not the guy you want for her, and I get it, I do. You can tell me she deserves someone better, someone not part of the club. She went away because someone who wasn’t part of the club got into her life, and you lived without her.” Weasel ran his fingers through his hair, and he was sure there was blood matted against his scalp. “The truth is, the only person good enough for Renee is the guy that will love, protect, and cherish her no matter what. Hate me all you want to, Vengeance, but I can promise you, no one else is ever going to feel that shit the way I do.”

Weasel stared at his club brother and bared his soul. He loved that woman in the kitchen. When she left, he’d done everything he could to hide how fucking hurt he was that she didn’t stay, that he couldn’t win her back.

The moment he saw her again, he vowed that he wouldn’t let her leave. He’d give her a reason to stay.

He didn’t want his decision to claim Renee to hit the club. Nor did he want to cause a fight between himself and Vengeance. All he wanted was the right to have his woman by his side. He was tired of all the same shit and wanted her as his old lady. The last thing he wanted was for them both to be sneaking around.

She deserved better than that.