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ready to put a hole in Blaze that might just mean the end of him. “Shut it and keep it shut.”
     
    The light caught the gunmetal. It had a wicked shine to it, like the thing itself was hungering to do damage. Blaze stared it down and did not move a muscle.
     
    My heart jumped into my throat. It wasn’t just desire that was flowing through me—it was more. That arrogant, crude, brutal, violent man standing on the wrong end of a gun down there—I wanted his lips never to leave mine.
     
    Call it a silly crush, but the way my body sang back to his when he touched me, it was like nothing else I’d ever experienced. Even now, as I watched him face death by my angry brother, I could still feel my thighs trembling with all the foreign thirsts that Blaze stirred up in me.
     
    Luke cocked the gun.
     
    I couldn’t help the scream that tore out of my mouth. “No!” I shrieked. “Luke, stop!”
     
    Both the men spun their heads to look at me. Blaze’s face, stoic up until now, split into a cocky smile. He knew what he’d done to me with just a single kiss.
     
    Luke knew it, too. He saw the horror in my face, and when he saw the grin on Blaze’s face, the anger in him boiled over.
     
    Arms bulging with the effort, he smashed the butt of the pistol straight into Luke’s jaw. I heard teeth cracking from a dozen yards away. Blood droplets flew.
     
    “I’m gonna fucking kill you, right here and now, you grimy piece of shit!” Luke roared.
     
    Things were happening so fast. Blood spilling, bones crunching, mud, voices ripped raw from screaming and emotion and the desire that seared through me.
     
    And then the gunshot rang out.
     
     
     
    I couldn’t look up. But I had to. Blaze might be dead out there. Blaze, that stupid neighbor who never said anything. Blaze, who only looked at me as I walked past his porch, eyes never leaving mine, leaving me to writhe in bed at night, wondering what he might be thinking about me—more importantly, what I wanted him to be thinking about me.
     
    I peeked through the fingers splayed over my face. A thick ribbon of blood wound its way between the bricks of our backyard patio. I traced its path up and saw its source—a small hole in Blaze’s thigh that kept weeping crimson.
     
    I looked up further, barely daring to. And then I saw it—the merest rise and fall of his chest.
     
    Thank God. He was alive. The sounds of the night rushed back in then, like they had been put on pause and only came back once I knew that he wasn’t dead.
     
    Blaze’s face was twisted in pain, but he kept his teeth clenched together and did not make a noise. Luke heaved above him, coming down from the maniacal wave of anger that had taken him over.
     
    I’d never seen anything like that before. Luke was always so careful to keep his two lives separate. When he was at home, he was the doting older brother, always taking care of me, making sure I was comfortable and safe.
     
    But when he stood out in our backyard with a gun pointed at Blaze, I saw the unbalanced forces that had propelled him to the top of his club. Anger like lightning, rage like earthquakes, all trembling through him with scary force.
     
    This was my brother?
     
    But then he turned to look at me, and his face softened. The Luke that I knew came back. I loved him, of course. He was my brother, after all. And when he looked at me like this, I recognized that he loved me, too.
     
    But the image of his face twisted in fury was burnt into my memory. Even now, with his eyes so remorseful for letting me witness this outburst, it was like a shadow dancing around the edges of my vision, reminding me that there was a whole different side to him that lurked in the background.
     
    I was at a loss for words. Luke saw how scared I was, and swallowed a knot in his throat. He turned back to the bleeding man dying on the ground.
     
    “Get the fuck out of here, alright?” he said softly to Blaze. He sounded so tired. “Just go. Don’t