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Brian Everett was beside himself as he drove toward town. He needed to get those friends of Kara's away from her house and out of her life. They could ruin everything! He slammed on the brakes and made a sharp U-turn. Whether Kara was alone or not, he would make her listen to reason. He had to...their entire world was at stake.
When he approached the house, he found it quiet, serene. Because it was the family home, he had never felt the need to knock or announce himself, so he had no qualms when he reached for the doorknob and let himself into the quiet house.
It had been Kara's choice to keep the mausoleum type manor after their parent's tragic death in an automobile accident five years prior. He and John had moved out while in college and never moved back to the family home. Kara had always loved the place and therefore was reluctant to leave it. Appropriately enough, Jonathan Everett Sr. had willed the house to his only daughter.
Brian made a quick pass through the downstairs rooms before he crept silently to the second floor bedrooms. Kara was probably napping while waiting for the call from the lawyers that all the money had been gathered. His chest tightened at the thought of that much cash being kept in one place. That call could not come soon enough to suit him. Yes, she might be napping; the poor darling had barely slept in the past two days. She had to be completely exhausted. Thankfully, those people had left her and he could finally have her to himself again.
Her bedroom door gaped open and he skulked into the room silently as he had done many times when she was younger. He would watch her sleep for endless hours and he had learned to be very silent. She had never caught him, not even while he fantasized about her, not even while he imagined he was filling her when he took himself into his own hand.
The room was exceedingly large and he had to enter some distance into the room before he could see her peacefully sleeping form. As he approached the bed, a murderous rage overwhelmed him. His beautiful Kara slept naked, wrapped firmly in the arms of that slimy bastard. Even his anger could not cloud his mind to the fact that the coverlet left her breasts exposed. As he reached to grasp her forcibly by the shoulder, he could not stop himself from brushing his thumb over one rosy areola. "KARA! You fucking slut!" He shook her roughly as he yelled, waking both sleepy lovers.
Kara screeched her panic as she was being hauled roughly from the bed. At the same time, Farron's guttural growl was filled with ferocity as he pulled her back onto the bed. He drew the coverlet over her to shield her from her brother's lecherous gaze. Before Brian had the chance to blink twice, Farron's fist shot out to cold-cock the bastard. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Farron demanded furiously while Brian bounced off the wall and landed on his ass.
"Goddamn it!" Brian cursed, holding his jaw. He shot Farron a hateful glare, but ignored his insistent command. Instead he turned his eyes to Kara. "You fucking whore! How can you lay here, wallowing in your seedy, sinful behavior while our brother may be dead?" he spat vilely.
Kara clutched the coverlet to her bosom while Farron unabashedly slid to the edge of the bed. He reached down, snatched up his underwear, and shoved his legs into openings. "When I get through with you, you will wish it was you in your brother's place," he snarled as he stood and hiked the undergarment over his hips. He closed the distance between him and Kara's brother in less than a heartbeat. He took an animalistic pleasure at the feel of his hand closing around the twisted fuck's throat.
"Farron, no...please!" Kara begged. "He...he doesn't mean it...doesn't understand."
Farron cast a heated look her way, his anger subsiding just a tad at the sight of her curled up against the headboard so obviously distraught over what was happening. He released his grip on Brian's throat just enough to let the man relax before slamming him back up against the wall. "You should thank her...thank her for your life. If you ever, ever touch her or say another disrespectful word to her again, you will answer to me. Nothing will save you then." His face was mere inches from Brian's when he asked, teeth clenched, "Do you understand? "
Brian's eyes widened at the obvious threat. He nodded his head as best he could, but did not speak. Yes, he understood. Understood all to well what he had to do now.
Farron grasped him by one arm while he continued to clutch him by the throat and threw him bodily toward the door. "Get out. Get out and stay out."
Brian righted himself in the doorway. "I'll wait for you downstairs, Kara," he said softly before heading down the hallway.
Farron strode back to the bed and gathered Kara into a tender embrace. "Forgive me, Shel. I just will not have anyone treating you that way," he whispered as he stroked her back comfortingly.
Kara nodded as she molded her body to his. "Thank you...for defending me," she answered and kissed him warmly.
Farron deepened the kiss and his hands slid up her back to entwine her silky hair around his long fingers. Breathless, he broke the kiss to gaze into her deep blue eyes. "Time to get dressed, baby. I want to go over and see what Frank's been up to."
When he moved away, Kara scooted from the bed and spotted the crumpled pile of clothing. She handed Farron his pants and shirt before she gathered hers. She took them to the walk-in closet and put them in the dry-cleaning hamper. She pulled a simple blue printed dress from the rack and shrugged into it hurriedly. When she exited the closet, Farron had finished dressing and stood patiently waiting for her. "But he agreed to only sending Cody here."
He watched her rifle through a dresser drawer, snatch up a pair of panties and struggle into them hastily. "Of course he did. But if I know my brother, he's also having Cody check into a few things." He lifted an eyebrow at her as she was now grimacing in the mirror at her wild mane of hair. He almost laughed when she made a disgusted face, picked up a scrunchie from the dresser, and twisted her hair into a careless ponytail.
"But..." she stammered as Farron took her elbow and lead her into the hallway.
"Don't worry, my love." He blinked. My love. Damn, that was one hell of a good feeling. "Frank knows what he's doing."
"I'm so frightened for John, Farron," she admitted as they descended the stairs. She spied Brian waiting in the foyer. "I just want him home."
"Of course you do." The sound of the doorbell chiming startled everyone. Farron walked with her to the door, pausing to flash a deadly look at Brian.
Kara opened the door to see Cody dressed in a bug exterminator's outfit. A large pack, obviously meant to house insecticide, was strapped to his back and the long nozzle attached to it was held in his firm grip. Cody smiled at her from underneath the ball cap he wore backward on his head. "Your monthly maintenance is scheduled for today, Ma'am."
"I...I'm sorry. I must have forgotten. Please come in," she insisted as she and Farron moved away from the door, making a path for him to enter.
"Kara, have you completely lost your mind?" Brian cried out. "This is not the time for..." he trailed off as the door was closed and Cody lifted the pack from his shoulders and set it down on a nearby table. "What's going on here?"
Cody opened the pack and slipped out his portable detection unit. "If this house is wired, I'll find it," he assured them as he went about his business. "I'll start upstairs and work my way down."
"Come with me over to Frank's," Farron suggested and reached for the doorknob.
Kara covered his hand with hers, stopping him. "You go. I need to talk to Brian. He is my brother, Farron, even if he has behaved abhorrently."
He did not like the thought of leaving her alone with Brian. The fact that Cody was in the house was the only thing that made him agree. "Very well. I won't be long." He kissed her quickly before leaving.
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To be continued...