Claim (Fury Brothers #5)

“I hurt you,” he murmured.

I bit my lip and looked away. “No, you didn’t.”

He stepped closer. “Don’t lie to me. I saw your face when you first saw Klara. Damn, I hated seeing that look on your face.” He took another step.

Paper crinkled.

I looked down. He’d stepped on one of the notes.

Oh no. Horror filled me.

“That’s mine.” I lunged down to snatch it up.

But Beau beat me to it and picked it up. He opened it. As he read it, I saw his face harden.

“What the fuck?” he whispered.

I snatched the note out of his hand and turned to my backpack. “Forget you saw that.”

“It’s fucking impossible to forget that filth.” He shouldered past me. He saw the other notes in my backpack and pulled them out.

“Beau, no.” I grabbed at his hand.

He held the notes above my head and started reading another one. A muscle ticked in his jaw.

I knew what he was reading. Every sick detail of what Chandler Carr wanted to do to me.

The horrible things he’d done to Allison.

“Give them back,” I whispered hotly.

He kept holding the notes over my head.

I saw the rage building on Beau’s face.

“Who is this fucker?”

“No one. This is none of your business.”

His anger intensified. “The sick fuck… He wants to kill you.”

“Trust me, Beau. Take the statuesque brunette out again. Stick with Klara. She’s easy, with no baggage.” I pulled the notes from his fingers. “This is my shit to deal with.”

His jaw worked. “You’re in danger.”

Then he spun, and slammed a big fist into one of the lockers. The metal dented.

I gasped.

He punched it again.

The violence, the power, all of it fueled by anger on my behalf.

He whirled, his mouth a flat line. “I don’t fucking want Klara. End of discussion. And you arenotdealing with this alone.”

I couldn’t move. I swallowed, too many emotions building up inside me.

Beau leaned in. “This is my fucking business. I’m making you my business. So get ready.”