CHAPTER 403

“Five minutes,” Chet snapped.

“I appreciate that you care about her, but don’t kid yourselves for a second that I don’t care about her too.”

They snorted in stereo.

Which just pissed him off. “And honestly, this is between Keely and me, no one else, so I’m gonna say this once, and feel free to pass this on to all the McKays: back the fuck off.”

“Four minutes,” Remy announced.

Chet leaned forward. “I’ll be honest. Part of me wants you to stick around.”

Fuck this.

His body heeded the message to scram. He stormed out the door, half-shocked he hadn’t felt a crowbar whacking him in the back of the head.

But that wasn’t the West boys’ style. Nor the McKays’. No, that psycho bunch of cowboys would come for him with a full frontal attack, no backstabbing bullshit like Baxter.

Jack welcomed it. In fact, he had half a mind to make some calls and get the whole fucking thing underway.

He had nothing else to lose.

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Keely didn’t hang around to ensure Jack vacated the premises. Her tires spit