Eric's Point of View
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Eric watched his best friend pull her sister away from her friends, trying his best not to convey his annoyance seeing her arm wrapped around the little Candor transfer that the rumors said she was probably dating.
"Listen, I know what I said last night was inappropriate. I was only joking. I didn't mean it." Skylar told her brother.
"You know I can tell when you're lying right?" Lucas told her.
Eric forced himself to contain his smirk, of course, she was lying. She'd been pretty clear last night.
"That isn't why I'm talking to you though," Lucas sighed. "Dinner Sunday."
Eric watched as Skylar held up her hand, stopping her brother from continuing. "I swear if you say that you are canceling it I will disown you."
Eric could have sworn she was going to start biting, the way she was growling at her brother. No one talked to him like that, Even Eric didn't talk to Lucas like that, and he didn't speak to him like that. It was just how it was.
Lucas didn't do anything about it and only stared at her though.
"I'm serious. Don't piss me off and ruin my good mood."
From where Eric was standing, it looked a little too late for that. She was so much like Lucas it was almost weird. How could he not see that in his little sister?
Eric internally thanked Gaven for interrupting them, because he was given the opportunity to talk to her. And because the growl that Skylar sent Lucas when he stopped her with a raise of his finger send shivers up his spine, and a heated feeling so deep in his groin he knew even a cold shower later wouldn't help him forget it.
"You're just like him, jumping to the worst conclusion immediately," Eric told her, doing the best to keep his cool. He had to adjust himself and stand straighter when she clenched her jaw and stared at him. He could only think about how much he wanted to see how wide she could open it.
FUCK.
"He was just going to tell you that you're all having dinner at my place. And that you're cooking."
When she looked away from him, he felt a surge of anger coursed through his veins. He wanted to see her green eyes again. Wanted to look so deeply into them she couldn't look away. Eric stepped toward her and waited for her turn back to him; thankfully it didn't take long.
"Your place?" Skylar asked him. "Mmmkay. What am I cooking?"
He contained his shock at how steady her voice was. Much like her brothers, it was clear she could contain her emotions better than most. Usually, when he stood this close to someone, they were running scared. He tilted her head.
"Whatever you want," he told her, trying his best not to look down at her chest. She was wearing another tank top. This one was dark gray with red stitching. He wanted to rip it off of her. "I want dessert too."
Fuck, he hadn't intended for it to come out like that.
"What kind of desert?" Skylar had lowered her voice, and she kept nodding. He wanted her to stop, because every time she moved her head up and down, her chest moved with it. It was making him crave, well, dessert. He stared into her deep green eyes, glad that she wasn't looking away again.
"Cake?" she asked him. Her voice sounded innocent, and all it did was make him think about licking frosting off of her.
He shouldn't be thinking like this. Not with his best friend only feet away from them. Not at all.
"Sure. But nothing compares the cake in the cafeteria," he told her confidentially. It didn't. The cake that Charlie made was phenomenal. After spending his life in Erudite, away from sweets, he made it a point to eat it often. He loved sweet things. And spicy. The girl standing in front of him seemed to have a bit of both, it would explain why he was craving her when he'd never even had a taste.
"I'll bet I could make a better one." She shrugged. Before talking she had tightened her arms, pushing her chest up even more. His heart leaped to his throat. He couldn't help himself; his voice was much lower when he spoke again.
"What are we betting?" He took another step toward her, not being able to stop his feet from moving. She smelt so good. Like coffee and buttered toast. He had an urge to kiss her, taste it on her lips. Fuck Lucas being down the hall, he could take him, easy.
"What do you want to bet?" When she spoke, he saw a flash of light in her mouth. He narrowed his eyes at her lips. Had she gotten a piercing? In her mouth, her tongue?
"Did you get your tongue pierced?" he lowered his voice, afraid if he said it any louder he'd draw someone's attention. The feeling he had in his lower region made him shift again, especially when she tightened her lips to a thin line.
"Hmm," Eric couldn't help but look down her body. The curves the tight leggings she was wearing made his face warm. "Knowing you'll lose, what do I want to bet you?" God damn the things he could win from her in a bet send his blood boiling. There were so many things he wanted to do to her.
"Skylar," Lucas said walking back to them. Eric almost cursed to himself. What was he doing? Talking to her like this, was he crazy? He had to stop drinking; it was definitely killing brain cells.
Skylar snapped her head toward the voice, her cheeks reddening. Eric wondered if they would be that red if he were to play with her. Probably. God damn.
"Eric told me. Sunday dinner at his place," she sputtered. Lucas glanced at Eric, who decided glaring back at him was the best option right now. "He also gave me a lecture on how stupid I was to be drinking last night. So, there is no need for you to tell me to. Although, I'm clearly fine. I need to go, don't want to be late on my first day."
With that, she turned away from them, offering Eric a view he had to force himself to look away from.
"You aren't going to punish her," Lucas asked him. "Right?"
Eric shook his head and walked down the hallway with his friend. Of course, he wasn't going to punish her for drinking. Had it been anyone else, yes. But not his best friend's sibling. Call it favoritism; he didn't care. Lucas was the only friend he really had. Which was why he had to get laid, take his mind off the green-eyed spitfire that had just walked away from them.
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Four days had gone by, and he hadn't seen her once. Lucas hadn't mentioned her, and neither had Persi. Though Eric hadn't seen their youngest brother, Jami, who probably had spent tons of time with his little sister, and for some reason it made him want to punch something.
Especially considering Jonas had told Rich just yesterday about how everyone was talking about the gorgeous new Smith girl and how much she was like Jami. There were rumors that she was sleeping with Jacobson's son and the Candor transfer she was so close with.
Who the fuck knew if they were true. Eric had told them to keep their mouths shut, or he'd kill them for Lucas's sake, and since then he hadn't heard a single person speak a word about any Smith's since. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not.
"Sky!" Eric turned his head to where someone had called the girl's name across the large room. It was the first time he and Lucas had eaten in the cafeteria since their last encounter with her, and hearing her name send lightning through his veins.
"Baby sister!" Jami called from the end of their table, waving frantically to his sister, who nodded toward her friends and made her way toward them, a grin covering her perfectly framed face. Eric cursed the Smith's for looking like Gods under his breath and looked back to his food. He hoped they would stay quiet during their breakfast. He wasn't so lucky.
"Hello, Baby Sky Sky. Guess who I was talking to earlier?" Jamison said to his younger sister. Eric wanted to throw something at him for talking with his mouth full. Was it so hard to have manners in this fucking place? Skylar didn't answer him, so he spoke again.
"Uriah. And guess what he said about you?" Again, mouth full. Fucking really?
"So anyway," Lucas said to him quietly. Eric tried to listen, but listening to two conversations wasn't easy. Especially when he tried not to smirk when she didn't know who Uriah was, good, he was a shithead, just like his brother Zeke. Troublemaker. Jami was just like them, so of course, they'd be friends.
"I figure if he wants to be late all the time, he can find a new job," Lucas told him and Jared, who was sitting between him and Brady.
"Well, I was going to tell you he was interested, and what he said about your "tight little ass," but if you haven't noticed him, I'll tell him not to waste his time." Eric heard Jami tell his sister. He wanted to know what Uriah thought about her ass because it was probably similar to what he thought; that it was fucking perfect. Actually no, he didn't want to hear that shithead say that, he would probably hit him.
Lucas shot Eric a glare, realizing he must have been listening to his younger siblings conversation. "Change the subject." Thankfully, Lucas moved his glare to them.
Eric wasn't surprised when Skylar ignored her older brother; it seemed her motive at all times to do whatever she wanted.
"Don't tell him that yet. Let me get a good look at him first."
Eric took a sip of his coffee to cover up his annoyance. She'd be disappointed, Uriah was not good looking.
"Alrightyyyy, anyone other trainers catch your eye? Or anyone else at Dauntless?"
Eric almost snapped then and there thinking about the other trainers catching her eye. Fucking Four? The damn Stiff wasn't even hot. Lucas took a bite of his toast and stared at him. Eric glared back, trying to convey that his best friend's siblings were annoying him, not interesting.
"I'm saving myself for marriage, remember?"
"Or, you're waiting to see if that little Candor-transfer lives up to your expectations, huh? You have been helping him in training, right?"
So, the rumors were true; she was interested in that kid. Of course, she was, he had grown up in Candor with her. To Eric's delight, she laughed at her brother. And fuck was her laugh infectious; he tried his best not to smile as she denied it.
Who is this?" Skylar's voice had changed. She spoke roughly as if she were about to tip the scales. Eric couldn't count how many times Lucas had flipped like that. On one, one moment, on ten, the next.
"I'm Brady." Eric could tell that Lucas wanted to smack the man for talking to her like that. Like he wanted to devour her. He followed his best friend's gaze to where they were sitting.
"Well, Brady," Eric watched Skylar put her elbow on the table and her head in her hand, tilting her head as she spoke. The way he was looking at her could probably make a demon run back to hell, fucking Christ.
"I'm not sure what you've heard about me. But I'm not really the kind of girl who likes to be touched by people I don't know. So, if you don't stop putting your hand on my thigh, I'm going to shove this," she picked up her spoon with her other hand and pointed to him with it, "so far up your ass, that you aren't going to be able to walk for a month."
Eric felt Jared be pushed toward him as Brady tried to scoot away from her. He tensed and wouldn't let Jared budge, who glanced back at him, then right back to Brady.
Skylar turned her head to look at Eric, and a thrill shot down his spine. Her eyes were so fucking perfect. Just like the rest of her.
Brady stood abruptly from the table. "You know, I forgot I was supposed to meet someone. So, I'll just uh, go." He grabbed his tray and took off, Lucas yelling after him not to sit with them again. Eric wanted to throw something. IF only he'd been the one sitting next to her. Would she have had the same reaction? He really wanted to find out.
Eric turned when Skylar spoke to Jami again, not hearing what her brother has said first. "Seriously, pretty sick of dick right now," she said and took a bite of her muffin. She wasn't getting the right dick. Eric could probably change her mind about that. Unfortunately, she turned away from them, focusing on her brother.
"Where does that Bethany chick work?"
Lucas took a bite of his toast again, rolling his eyes again. He looked disgusted. Honestly, Eric wouldn't mind seeing that play out. Bethany, was, pretty good looking.
Eric tried to tune the two of them out.
"Are you coming with me later?" he asked his friend gruffly. "Max wants us to check out-" he stopped talking when Jamison's voice took over their space. "HEY! Don't eat my food you little bitch."
"You, are some kind of stupid of you think I'm going to be your wingman! Now when I KNOW, I can get that hot piece to play for the other team for a while. Why the hell would I help you?"
Eric cringed when she spoke with her mouth full. Not because he wanted to hit her like he had when Jami did it, but because he wanted to stuff her mouth full of something else. So badly. So. Fucking. Badly. He was glad the table was covering his lower region, shifting to fix himself as he tried to shake the image out of his brain. God damn, he needed to get laid. And not, with his best friend's sister.
Before Jamison could answer, Lucas spoke from across the table, using his voice that usually sent people running in the other direction. "She isn't allowed in the bars," Lucas growled from down the table.
"Oh. Can't we make an exception? I mean, she's a Smith for damn-sake. I won't let her drink!"
Eric was tempted, so fucking tempted, to agree to it for Lucas. But, he knew it would cause nothing but problems, so he looked down and kept his mouth shut tightly. Still shaking the images from his mind.
"We're trying to eat! If you are going to be disgusting go somewhere else and talk. And please, for fuck's sake Sky, put on a shirt! You're sending people the wrong message. And you wonder why Brady was throwing himself at you."
Eric looked up to Lucas, had he really just said that? If Brady weren't a moron, he'd know better than to put his hands on her. Especially with two of her brothers here. Though he had no idea what Eric thought about it, and Eric desperately wanted him to know that he wanted to rip his throat out.
"Excuse me? Just because I'm wearing a tank-top doesn't mean people have the right to put their hands on me if that's what you're insinuating?"
Eric couldn't help but smirk, hiding it behind his coffee. She sounded just like Lucas now, menacing voice and all.
"No, I'm just saying it'd be nice if your brothers weren't forced to look at your tits all the time. And that guys wouldn't want to touch you so much if you weren't showing off all the time."
Eric didn't want to admit it to himself, but he would want to touch her no matter what she was wearing. Seriously, she could cover head to toe in Abnegation wear, and he'd still want to rip it off. He watched his best friend as his younger brother tried to convince Skylar to move tables.
"Fine, I'll stop wearing tank tops." She was snarling at him now. Eric turned his head to watch because he'd be damned if she was really going to agree to that. Damn it, Lucas!
To his pleasure, she stood up quickly and ripped the fabric from her skin, the shiny-smooth black sports bra glistened against the cafeteria's fluorescent lights. Eric frowned when he realized how many eyes had turned toward her with interest. Maybe Lucas had a point, which she was throwing herself out there a bit too much. He almost jumped up and ripped his own shirt off to force her to wear, but he held himself back, mesmerized by her abs.
She'd been in Dauntless, what, five, six days? And she already had a six pack? How long had she actually been training for before transferring?
"It's always so hot in here anyway. I'm perfectly content just wearing a sports bra around. Plenty of others do!"
She had a really good point, actually. Many of the girls walked around in skimpy training shorts and sports bras when they were off duty, though, many didn't.
"Dude, I told you to let me deal with that! You know you can't tell her what to do, you, asshole. You have to make it seem like it's her idea!" Jami jogged after his sister, Eric's eyes followed him. He didn't find it hard to believe that she didn't like being told what to do, but he sure wanted to try.
Eric turned back to see that Lucas had his face in his hands again and was cursing under his breath.
"How hard are you going to hit me if I admit that was probably the best thing that had ever happened in this cafeteria, aside from when Melanie DeAchelo and Vi Cami made out last year?" Jared asked Lucas.
Eric couldn't stop himself from shoving the man sitting next to him on the bench backward, flinging his half-empty tray of food after him, orange juice following.
"FUCK ERIC," Jared yelled and sat up on the floor.
"You're lucky I don't beat your ass," he growled at him and turned back to his best friend.
"ANYONE ELSE HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT LUKE'S SISTER?" Eric's voice echoed across the room as he scanned the tables around them. Every person looked away, avoiding his eye contact.
"I told you, she'd going to be the death of me man," Luke said as he stood up from the table. Eric followed him out of the cafeteria without clearing their trays, glaring at everyone who crossed them on their way out.
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Eric glared at Gianna as she walked by them, leaving the bar quickly the second they had arrived, head held high. Stupid bitch. He'd slept with her a few times last year, and he had no idea why. She was a royal cunt.
Luke and he took their usual booth and were brought their usual drinks immediately. Luke told the bartender to bring Jamison's and Tony's drinks as well. Eric grunted across the table at his best friend, who rolled his eyes. He had hoped Jami hadn't been invited to this gathering. Stupid little fuck talked too much.
"Hey Lucas," the bartender said as he dropped the other two drinks back, moving back when Lucas moved over to sit next to Eric. "Let you sister know I said congrats. Heard she won her first fight by a landslide!"
First fight? Lucas scrunched his face and turned to him, "I thought you said they don't fight until next week?" he questioned.
"They don't," Eric took a large sip of his beer. "At least it's not scheduled until next week."
Lucas hummed, "Skylar probably pissed one of the trainers off. Guessed it worked in her favor."
Eric couldn't tell if his friends voice was proud or not, but it sure sounded it. It was becoming more and more clear to him how similar the two really were. Other than the fact that Lucas was a brooding man and his younger sister was a drop-dead gorgeous female.
Eric didn't answer, so Lucas continued talking about something he barely listened to, only nodding in response.
"So, I saw the look you gave Gianna on her way out," Lucas said knowingly. "Not willing to give her another ride, I take it?"
Eric snorted. No, he most definitely was not.
"Dude, you can't run from every woman in this place. One of them has to be good enough for you," Lucas teased and looked up, noticing that his brother had waltzed into the bar like he owned the place. He shot winks to a few girls and high fived people along the way.
"How long have you been here?" Tony asked them, sliding into the bench across from Eric, who didn't answer him. Eric had never particularly liked Tony. Though, didn't like anyone really.
"Not long," Lucas told him as Jamison sat and took a sip of his whiskey.
"So, did you hear?" Jamison asked his brother, "about Sky-Sky?" He smirked. "I told you she'd be just fine."
Lucas's attention was caught by a movement at the bar, frowning as he saw that the guard had been changed early. "I never denied it," he said while watching the small crowd. "I knew she'd be okay, but that doesn't mean she gets to do whatever the fuck she wants."
"She sure seems to though," Tony said. Eric glared at him; the kid seemed far too happy when he'd said it. What the fuck was with everyone and the Smiths?
"Sky-Sky has always been like that," Jami explained. "How many times have I told you about her? How many stories? She's crazy, and I love it!"
Tony grinned and leaned back, putting his arm up on the top of the bench just behind Jami's casually. "I still can't believe I'm the only one that knew she was your sister and not your brother! I mean cmon." He turned his head toward Lucas. "How could you not mention that to anyone when you talked about her?"
They talked a bit more, mostly about work and a few of the other transfers. When Eric's beer glass was almost empty, Eric saw a movement across the bar that looked very much like the girl that seemed to be on everyone's lips. To his delight, it was her, and she was making a beeline toward their booth.
The same look covered her face that she'd had on her first day here when she'd marched toward Lucas and placed her hand on her hip, the other on him. It had been both hilarious and entertaining to watch, considering it was the first time anyone had done something like that and elicited a smile from his best friend.
Perseus was right behind her as she arrived at the table. Eric heard him curse under his breath at her.
"I thought I told you that you weren't allowed in here," Lucas said to her. Eric took not that his supervisor's voice was back. He needed another drink, they both did.
Skylar shot her oldest brother a smile that had Eric wishing it was for him. How was it that he couldn't stop thinking that smile was so cute? It wasn't even that great. Her teeth weren't perfectly straight, and her mouth was a bit too small.
"I'm only here for a quick second. I ran into Persi at the tattoo parlor, and he said you wanted to discuss a time for tomorrow."
The table watched Perseus groan and slide into the booth beside them. Eric watched at the brothers started to argue at a time, feeling a surge of anger course through him at the fact they hadn't even bothered to ask what a good time was for him. Although to be fair, he had told Lucas the other day that his schedule was clear tomorrow after ten in the morning.
"What? At least let me sit while you two decide on a fucking time!" Eric turned back to Skylar, who was now sliding into the booth with them. Eric felt the crease below him as she sat down, wishing once again that there wasn't someone sitting between them.
The bartender arrived at the table and sat a rum drink in front of Perseus, who took a large gulp and shot him a thankful look.
Skylar ordered a drink, and Eric almost smiled at the look on her brother's faces. Pursues and Jami both looked frightened and glanced at him, Lucas just looked pissed. It was almost fun to watch the four of them together. Although, Eric wanted to throw his empty glass at the bartender who had just earned a wink from the girl. Fuck this. His emotions were like a fucking roller coaster with these people around.
"No, you won't," Jami said from across the table and smiled at the bartender. "She'll have a chocolate milk."
Finally, Lucas chuckled and grinned. Eric didn't though, still stuck on the wink.
"To hell, I will, I'm not five!" No, she most definitely was not five. She was young, but not too young, Eric thought.
Fuck it.
"Bring us all another round, and two of what I'm drinking. My tab."
The bartender looked grateful as he rushed away. Eric made a mental note to ask Lucas what his name was later because he sure as hell didn't remember. He felt his best friend's eyes boring into him as he watched Jamison looking at his younger sister. His eyes were mischievous, and he had a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Congratulations on winning your first fight. She's fine having one drink as long as she's with us. No one is going to question me, or you, and she doesn't have training tomorrow. Aren't you the one always telling me to let loose every once in a while?" Eric peeled his eyes away from Jamison and turned to look at Lucas with a raised brow.
He ignored Skylar's bright green eyes on him from beside his best friend. How was it that she was the only one of her siblings whose forest eyes shone like that?
"Who's your friend?" Skylar looked away finally and asked Jamison.
Tony looked pissed.
"He's introduced you to me three times already; I was sitting across from you this morning at breakfast. Tony." He finished his glass. Eric watched him with interest. "I'm Tony. I work with Jami in the control room."
Eric saw from the corner of his eye that Jamison's grin had grown if that were even possible.
"Gotcha. Timmy, that's a really nice name."
If Eric had a drink in his mouth, he'd probably have to spit it out at the glare that Tony shot her across the table. Damn.
After the bartender arrived and placed their drinks in front of them, he stopped and turned his focus to the newcomer.
"Oh, and yours isn't on his tab," he nodded toward Eric as he spoke. "A guy at the bar paid for it. Do you know who Ward Palmer is?"
Did that fucker just say, Ward Palmer? Was he fucking with them? Because if so, it wasn't funny. Eric glared at him, then watched as Skylar's face lit up and scanned the bar. Lucas snapped his arm at her as she tried to get up, holding her back.
Eric was surprised that he wasn't throwing things right now. He knew how much Lucas hated Ward. Hell, everyone knew how much Lucas hated Ward, how much they all did. A lot of people hated him, actually. He was a prick with an ego so large Eric was surprised that his head hadn't exploded when Perseus had beat the living shit out of him during their initiation. Lucas had been so proud of him.
"What? I do know him. He works the guard around the Candor sector. We're, um, friends."
The way she'd said friends insinuated that they weren't, just, friends.
Eric wanted to throw something now.
What the fuck did she see in that asshole?
And how? That was against the rules if they'd done anything before she'd transferred. He'd see to it he was punished. Severely.
"To hell you are," Persi folded his arms and hissed at her, he was seething.
Skylar sat back down, and for the first time since he'd met her, Eric saw shock and fear run across her face, even if it was only for an instant.
"Red card," all three of the Smith brothers said.
The shock on her face deepened, a blush rose to her face. Had Eric not been almost shaking with anger at the thought of that asshole with her, or her with anyone for that matter, he would have let his mind wander about what else could make her blush, for the millionth time.
"Red card huh? All three of you?" She no longer sounded scared, but pissed. Eric couldn't help but think that she was just like him, just like all of them.
"You wouldn't still be sitting here if you genuinely like the guy, you'd be over there. You're attracted to him, that's it. And you shouldn't be, he's an awful human being," Jamison said quietly. He had a good point.
"Okay," Tony said. "Can anyone explain to me what a red card means?"
Eric glared at him. Was this kid really that stupid that he couldn't guess what it meant? Apparently they were telling her she wasn't allowed to see the guy. Lucas chugged his entire drink.
"Shade came up with it," a look of pain covered her face for a moment before she sighed and continued. Eric wanted to know why, he was so curious who this Shade was to her, since he was likely related to them, and important.
"When I was nine, I had a crush on this boy he despised. So, he came up with a brilliant idea. Each one of us got three red cards to use on each other throughout our lives. If we didn't like the person someone was seeing, we could use it, and they had to end it, immediately. Others in the family can use their card to veto the decision, or use two of their own."
Silence.
"Who is Shade?" Tony asked her. "Do you have another brother?"
Skylar chugged her drink, just like her brother had only moments before, and slid from the booth. "Let me know which of you are using a card."
Eric wanted a card too. Three cards. No, more than three. He wanted a card for every asshole in Dauntless. And evidentially he needed some for the fucking females too.
"Are you going to veto it? If so, I have a feeling we all will use one so you can't."
Eric almost asked out loud if he got one too if it would help.
Skylar looked annoyed though, so he didn't. He watched her instead, and to his delight, her eyes bore into his, making him shiver. He hoped that Lucas didn't notice, but had a powerful feeling that he did since his head snapped in his direction as he scooted into Skylar's seat.
"No. Eric, do you mind letting me know when dinner is tomorrow, once they decide? And when I can come over to cook?" Yes, he most definitely would.
"I'll let you know in the morning, Sky," Jami said quietly, looking at his beer.
She ignored her brother and kept her gaze locked with Eric's. He took her eyes in, noting that there was a bit of blue on the edges. He'd noticed it earlier, but hadn't bothered overthinking it at the time. He nodded to her, hoping it wouldn't make her leave, but it did.
He watched her walk to the bar and right past Ward, who tried to pull her toward him. Lucas watched with clenched teeth next to him, and Jamison pushed past his brother, so he was watching from around the side of the booth with him.
All of them watched as she spoke to him, and fuck did he look pissed. Eric was about to smile about that little fact; then he watched her grab her arm. Both him and Lucas shot up at the same time, against his will.
Lucas didn't say anything though, and neither of the others turned around. Tony was trying to look past them but wasn't having much luck.
The four of them watched as she waved her hand in front of Ward and strode from the bar, swaying her hips as she left as if she knew that Eric would be watching. His gaze snapped back to Ward, who turned and shot a glare toward their table.
Before he knew it, Eric was sliding from the booth after Lucas, who was racing after Persi. Unfortunately, Persi had arrived before anyone could grab him and had shoved Ward hard against the wall next to the bar.
"Did you know?" Persi's voice ripped through the bar, a silence following. "Did you fucking know, you stupid prick, that she was my sister before you tried to fuck her? Because I swear to fucking God." He slammed him against the wall again, holding him by the front of his shirt, "that if you did, I will fucking destroy you."
Eric folded his arms and watched as Lucas pried Persi away from Ward. He had assumed that Lucas was breaking up the fight, but he was wrong, very wrong. Lucas pushed his brother away from him and into a table, then lunged at Ward.
He punched him hard in the face, then ducked when Ward tried to hit him back. Lucas slammed him against the wall as his brother had done before. Blood was pooling from Ward's nose as he stared at the man in front of him menacingly.
"If you ever go near my sister again," Lucas roared. "My brothers and I will beat you until you die on the ground in front of us. Do you understand me?"
Ward looked past him, directly at Eric, "are you going to stop this, leader?" he snapped at him.
Eric narrowed his eyes when Lucas loosened his grip.
"Anyone who fucks with a Smith, fucks with me. Everyone knows that." Eric shouted, choosing his words carefully.
A menacing grin grew on Lucas's face as he slammed Ward against the wall again, hard. He let him go and watched him slide down the wall a bit.
"Stay away from her," Persi yelled from behind him and made his way out of the bar, Lucas following behind. Both of them stopped when they realized that Jamison was still watching Ward slide down the wall, his eyes glowing in anger. He shook his head and followed his brothers out, Eric in tow.
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