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him ta talk. Itz like getting the government to tell you the truth. Cameron ain’t never gonna be nobody Asher. YOU, you gotta chance still. You stick with me, and I’ll take you where you need to go”, Larry chimed in with his thick tongued contribution.
    They were all tied in intricate, painful knots to each other.
    Victoria slumped into Cameron that awful afternoon as they watched the emergency workers frantically pumping Emily’s chest, shoving a long tube down her throat while screams and the sound of helicopter blades filled their ears.
    A flame ignited inside Cameron as he held the bandage on Victoria’s tiny neck that day. Her shoulders shook as they packed her mother into life flight, and she disappeared into the sky.
    The bright red blotch quickly growing on the white gauze as Cameron held it firm, praying for the first and last time in his life, Victoria’s face pale and cold against his arm.
    After that day, a connection forged deeper than the visible and invisible wounds left behind. Cameron would never let anyone hurt her again. His claim on her felt primal; and nothing in his life had ever consumed him like his need to protect her from anything and everyone.
    Blood or no blood, he couldn’t explain it. She was his, and if anyone came toward her with anything but their hat in their hand, Cameron was on them like flies on shit.
    Only, over time, his feelings morphed, burned and turned into something more than that of her steward.
    Cameron’s brotherly protection spun in his gut until he could no longer deny the change of the seasons within. Years of watching her grow up next to him, spending countless hours working at the gym. Spending weekends and holidays together even after Emily died, she was more than family, but what that meant, he couldn’t be sure.
    She never wanted him to know she needed him, not back then and certainly not now.
    A growing resentment bubbled up inside Victoria after the reality of Emily’s death left them all stunned and reeling.
    No one else knew what had happened in the car just before the accident and in the weeks and months of tears and screams that followed, Victoria decided Cameron was to blame. She needed someone to spew her anger upon, and he took her venom and stayed steadfast in his unspoken position as her keeper.
    “Yeah, Cameron. Why don’t you tell — tell them who you fought last.” Victoria was treading a very thin line and for the first time since she arrived at 6 am to put the god damn turkey in the oven and try to make this a holiday, Cameron met her eyes with a long, solid glare.
    Like a storm filled river, he burst open. Blood began to rush from every extremity and settled in the thickening length under his jeans as her glare bore into him.
    The curve of her shining pink lips made his teeth grind together. A part of him wished he never met her — then in the next heartbeat, he knew he would throw his life away if it meant saving hers.
    “Don’t.” He glared at her. “I’m not telling you who I fought last. So all of you can just shut the fuck up.”
    Cameron grabbed his plate and shot a venomous glare across the table at the devil’s cherub that sat smiling back at him. He shifted his hips back and his chair wobbled and knocked against the worn dark wood of the china cabinet filled with ribbons, trophies and pictures of their father and the fighting Cobain brothers.
     
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    Victoria felt another twenty pound iron plate land on her chest.
    Watching Cameron turn toward the kitchen, she could see the twitch in his eye, the tension in the bulge of his shoulder muscles. The pull of his white t-shirt across his chest showed the dark outline of his overlapping tattoos that covered both arms, the broad flat of his pectorals, and onto his back.
    He was more than mad, and her stomach filled with something far less pleasant than the Thanksgiving dinner she’d cooked for these men that she still considered her family.
    “That’s right! Run