So Far Gone in You(Primal Heat 2)(10)

“I think it’s against the law to beat this young guy up.” Jake waved a hand to the blond man.

“He didn’t beat me up!” the young guy shouted. “It was those two assholes.”

“Zip it,” the elderly man snapped.

Jake was already pissed that the old guy had talked shit about his hair. But not only did he need to rile these two up so they would slip and say something, but he wanted to stall them as well.

Jake had a feeling these two had tried to take Karidon and Coop down. If that was the case, he would try and buy the two sometime.

“Looks to me like he put a good one on you.” Jake chuckled, poking purposely at the younger man’s ego. “Did he conk you on the head with his walking cane?”

“Listen, you tattooed hippy freak,” the old man said heatedly. “Stay out of this, or I’ll shoot you.”

“With what?” the young man squawked. “Your gun was taken from you and tossed in the trash!”

Jake had heard enough. These two had obviously tried to strong-arm Coop and Karidon. He unclipped the knife from his belt and stabbed the blade deep into the back tire. The sound of hissing filled the air as the tire began to deflate.

“What the fuck did you do that for?” the old man shouted as he raced to the side of the car and gaped at what Jake had done.

“Don’t know,” Jake said as he reclipped his knife. “But we hippies are known to do wacky things. Blame it on the ink in my tattoos.”

“Well,” the old man shouted at the younger guy, “don’t just stand there. Kick his ass.”

Zach joined him, and the two glared at the larger man. “Yeah, do something,” Jake challenged.

“What’d I miss?” Zach asked.

“These two tried to take Coop and Karidon down. I jabbed his tire with my pig sticker to slow them down.”

Zach chuckled. “Can’t take you anywhere.”

“What?” Jake asked as the two headed back to the truck. “I didn’t punch anyone. That’s behaving for me.”

“True,” Zach said as the two slid in and he drove out of the station. “Now let’s catch up with Coop and Karidon before they run into any more trouble.”





Chapter Three




Olin nearly shot from his seat in the kitchen when Coop and Karidon returned to Talyn’s. He should have gone home by now, but Olin had stuck around because… He refused to admit why he’d lingered. It was stupid, and he should take his ass home.

He started to leave when he scented blood. Olin’s gaze slid over Coop and noticed the guy’s upper arm was bleeding. Olin wanted to go to him to see if the wound was severe, but he stayed seated at the table. Coop hadn’t promised him anything other than sex in the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if Coop would welcome his concern, let alone his help. The guy wouldn’t even look his way.

Screw him. You don’t need him. You got along perfectly fine before you met him.

“What the hell happened to you?” Syn asked as he grabbed Coop’s arm and examined it closely. “You’re going to need stitches.”

“Where’s Talyn?” Coop asked. “I need to talk to him.”

Syn released Coop’s arm and went to the kitchen drawer. He pulled out a small, white box and then set it on the table. Gabriel had gone to lie down, and it was just Olin and Dane in the kitchen, watching as Syn flipped the lid open to reveal a first aid kit.

“He left to find some answers,” Syn said. “Now sit so I can sew you up.”

“Do you need me to help with anything?” Dane asked as he stood and offered his chair to Coop.

Coop smiled affectionately at Dane, and Olin suddenly wanted to rip Dane’s face off. He blinked. What in the hell is wrong with me? Olin wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t like him to act so jealously. He and Coop had fucked. Whoop-de-do. That didn’t entitle Olin to anything. Not that he wanted to be entitled to anything concerning Coop.

Not in the least.

But he still wanted to rip Dane’s face off.

“It was a setup,” Coop said as he sat in Dane’s chair.

“Try to knock over a bank?” Olin asked in a snarky tone. Maybe if he and Coop went back to their barbs, Olin could shake the jealous feeling. It had to work because there was no way he was falling for the guy. Olin wasn’t going to let that happen.

Coop narrowed his eyes at Olin. “No, I was trying to sneak out of your father’s bed and your mother caught me.”

Olin shot to his feet and slammed his fist into Coop’s face before he even knew what he was doing. Syn backed away with wide eyes, and Dane stood there gaping at Olin. He didn’t care. His anger had hit its highest point, and he wanted to hurt Coop.