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closer, but she's too old and small to do anything. "You
better get out of here, kid."
    Dean
spits at her. The woman steps back. Dean hisses, "Go inside and let us finish
this alone. This is a family matter." He sounds totally reasonable, but his
actions don't match his words. The woman doesn't move.
    My
body is so tense that it feels like the muscles are going to snap. This is a
new level of crazy, even for Dean.
    "Sidney,
I swear to God that I'll make you regret this. Your mother asked us to get you
and you act like a goddamn bitch—" He reaches for me when a voice booms behind
us.
    "Get
off of her." Every head turns. I half expect to see a police officer, but it's
not. They aren't here yet. It's Peter, and he looks insanely pissed off.
Millie's eyes widen, and her head twitches back and forth between Peter and
Dean. Part of me is relieved that Peter showed up, but the other half doesn't
know how to accept his help. Lucky for me that I don't have to decide.
    Dean
thinks that Peter is the timid professor from the other night. He doesn't
realize the man standing in front of him is a Ferro. If Dean knew, he'd run the
other way. The Ferros are fierce, and Peter has been in more fights than his
other brothers combined. There's no way to be that rich and not attract media
attention when you punch your way from Manhattan to Fire Island. Peter's
reckless behavior left behind a trail of people who would love to see the
Ferros fall.
    Dean
steps in front of me. It's a possessive move. "Better go home and get your
crush in check, Professor, or—"
    Peter
doesn't stop. He walks across the dusty parking lot, straight up to Dean, pulls
his arm back, and swings. It's not a sucker shot, but Dean doesn't expect it.
His neck twists to the side on impact. Peter doesn't stop. He's not the same
man he was last night. Something changed. Just as he takes another swing, Dean
moves. The lunatic runs straight at Peter, and Dean rams his shoulder into
Peter's stomach. There's an oof sound, and the two keep at it. Peter
twists around quickly and manages to grab Dean by the throat. He pulls Dean close,
so Peter's lips are nearly touching Dean's ear. Peter's eyes lock with mine as
he says words that I can't hear. Dean's eyes narrow into slits as Peter chokes
him, whispering threats—probably the same threats that made my brother turn
pale.
    The
hot wind whips my hair away from my face. I brush it back, watching the two of
them. I can't believe what I'm seeing. Peter's muscles are corded tight. His
shirt is stuck to his body as beads of sweat roll down his temples. The look
Peter gives me says so much, but this version of him scares me. Last night
Peter didn't fight back. I want to know why. I thought that he wasn't a
fighter, but not now. Peter Ferro can protect himself and anyone he cares
about. Our gazes are locked. Only a second passes, but it feels like a
lifetime.
    That's
when I hear the gun cock. I turn to look in the direction of the sound. The old
guy with the crazy mustache is standing with a shotgun in his hands. He lifts
it so that Dean and Peter are in his sights. The old guy spits on the ground,
then wheezes, "Take this foolishness somewhere else. Now."
    Peter
looks pissed, but he releases Dean. The two of them step apart, but when their
gazes meet it looks like they want to kill each other.
    Dean
backs away with his hands in the air. "I don't need this shit." He walks across
the parking lot and slips into the truck. The engine starts, and he pulls away. I
watch him leave, wondering where my brother was during all of this.
    Peter
and Millie are flanking me. They glance at each other before the old man drops
his gun to his side and walks toward us. "Don't bring trouble around here
again. You're not welcome. Get going."
    Millie's
mouth is hanging open. "We didn't—"
    Peter
shakes his head at her, trying to get her to shut up. He's polite to the guy
with the gun. "I apologize." Then Peter glances at Millie and says, "Stop at
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