Chapter 77

His gaze flicked to the TV.

“He deserved worse.”

This man was going to watch the news with a fistful of my hair? My God. Maybe it was due to my head being at an awkward angle and my blood not circulating as well, but my brain wasn’t getting enough oxygen. And the fact that he smelled so good, like clean soap and man, made the corners of my vision hazy.

“You’re not a judge and jury,” I breathed. His gaze came down to me.

“He almost got you killed, yet you stick up for him?”

“He’s my brother.” His expression hardened.

“He’s an idiot.” My mamma’s voice filtered into the room from down the hall, and slowly, he unwound his fist from my hair and took a step back. A moment later, she entered the room.

“Nico, I didn’t know you were coming today.” Mamma’s tone was tight.

She didn’t like that he’d shot Tony either, but she must have known it was coming and hid in her room all night.

“Will you be staying for lunch?”

“I’m sure he’s got plenty of stuff to do, Mam.”

“That sounds great, Celia.”

“Gre
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