How It All Began

Getting her stuff would be the least of the things I'd do to this guy if I got within ten feet of him. No one hurt my Sang Baby. I didn't care if she wasn't officially mine yet. The fucker opened the door and I was going to step through, full throttle. My brothers were tossing around ideas on what to do as I sat and stewed in my own thoughts.

"No. Telling Miss Sorenson would not be a good idea." Owen's voice cut into my ever angrier thoughts. I breathed deeply to calm myself, knowing if I came close to being in danger of an assualt charge Owen would have my ass. Another part of me wanted to go straight to Sang Baby, pack her into my ancient jeep and take the hell off.

"We need to do something. It doesn't sound like this asshole is just going to hand her stuff over." Gabriel groused. I agreed with him. Our girl needed to have her stuff. The little shit couldn't just keep it.

"I think we need to send a message." I spoke up. Every one of my brothers sat up straighter.

"What exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Taylor?" Blackbourne asked. When we were younger, we'd all called him Mr. Blackbourne, well everyone but Sean, but he'd dropped that when we turned eighteen. It was such a habit though that I couldn't help but call him by his last name.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table in front of me and grinning wide. I didn't have a concrete plan so I just let my imagination run wild.

Over the next couple hours we laid out our plan. This guy wouldn't know what hit him. And afterward, well I had plans for the guy I didn't bother sharing.