Chapter 25
Jack rubbed a hand over his opposite fist. Damn! His knuckles hurt. He wondered if he sprained it. He tasted the metallic, iron taste of blood on his lips. The fury that engulfed him only a moment before receded to the edge of his brain. He was back in reality, in the moment, and nearly groaned out loud as it hit him harshly. What was he doing? He just tried to kick the s**t out of his little brother. And now, all three of his brothers stood in the yard, looking with complete amazement at him. He never lost his cool or his temper before. And for what? Like this? Making Joey bleed? He nearly groaned out loud for what he’d done. The sight of Charlie running down the road in fear finally sank into Jack’s remorseful brain.
Then Erin stepped between them, looking stricken, and wors
