Nobody minded when he cried over the tiny body the night she went into premature labor, but after that, the rest of the club expected him to man up and get over it. We saw death every day. But how can a man get over something like that? So Bear had to swallow down his misery, pretend it wasn’t there. I wasn’t surprised that it had grown into something terrible there in the shadow of his soul, and I really did feel sorry for the guy, but I wasn’t about to let him molest my sister. Not for fun or spite or out of despair or anything else.
“I don’t take orders from ugly cunts.” Bear spat on my boots.
“It isn’t an order, friend, but I’m here to protect family,” I said, just loud enough that I was sure the whole room could hear me. “I was there when she was born, and if you or anyone else trie
