Free Cowboy Boots and Unadulterated Pleasures [Cowboy Boots 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Natalie Acres

and I’ll cut off the hands that feed you. Capiche?”
    “I understand,” he said all too willingly as he glared down the hallway.
    He looked straight past Colt and focused on her, his eyes suggesting he’d found appropriate blame for this embarrassing confrontation.
    “Look at me, motherfucker!” Colt screamed, extending his middle and forefinger and pointing at Lorenzo’s eyes and then his own. “I want you to see that I mean business.”
    “And who shall I tell my associates has made such a bold threat?”
    Colt chuckled. “You tell your associates whatever the fuck you wanna tell them. This isn’t about business. This is personal. Lay another hand on my woman , and I’ll snap every one of your fingers until I hear them pop.”
    “So we don’t have a name?” he asked, this time looking away from Kelly long enough to address Colt.
    “Damn straight I do, and you know it, too. The name is Colt Candy. Write it down this time so you don’t forget. Then, tell your friends and family, those business associates of yours, too. Colt Candy. Say it with me, motherfucker, because I’m the man who plans to kill you.”

Chapter Seven
     
    “Are you out of your ever-lovin’ mind?” Crue entered the suite, slamming the door behind him. He paused long enough to glare at the entrance. He turned on his heels and faced them again. “And that’s brilliant. Leaving your door unlocked after threatening a mob boss. Sweet.”
    “The ghost shows his face,” Colt muttered, tossing back a glass of liquor.
    “What the hell was that, Colt?” Crue stared at the whiskey on the table. “And since when do you drink at nine o’clock in the morning?”
    Colt smoothly reached across the table and poured another glass of liquor.
    “And just where did you go after you threatened Lorenzo, huh?”
    “For a run.”
    “Well if you hadn’t pissed off our congenial hostess, you might have been able to use the private facilities on this floor. Maybe then Gabe and I could’ve covered your sorry ass when Lorenzo’s men came looking for you.” He took a deep breath. “What in the hell were you thinking, Colt? Huh? Answer me! What was going through your mind when you told Lorenzo you planned to kill him?”
    Brand entered the room, scrubbing his wet hair with a towel. “You know how your brother is. He thinks he has a license to kill when it comes to Kelly.”
    “I do,” Colt assured them, emptying his glass once more. His face felt hot. His veins were ready to pop. Never mind his heart. He felt as if he were a good candidate for a heart attack, maybe even a stroke. “I dare anyone to tell me differently.”
    “This is insane, Colt,” Crue said. “Think about what you’re doing. For once in your life, think about Kelly!”
    Colt kicked the coffee table, and the glass top cracked down the middle. “I am thinking about Kelly! She is all I think about! She’s my last thought at night, the first one in the morning. For five fucking years, she’s been all I’ve needed, all I’ve wanted, and now Daniel…” He stopped abruptly and dragged his palm from his forehead to the crown of his head.
    Crue sneered. “Daniel what?”
    Colt narrowed his gaze on his younger brother. Did he know? Did he realize Kelly was on the inside? Had he known Daniel had placed her in the line of fire? Was that why the shadows had been on the job long before the rest of the team had been alerted and assigned? If so, he wished like hell Crue had never kept such a secret from him.
    “Answer me, Colt. What did Daniel do?”
    “He fed her to the lions as far as I’m concerned,” Colt barked, wondering if he’d given away a truer fact. Did his brother know he’d left the building because he’d been overwhelmed by grief? Did he realize he’d fled the casino so he could grieve in private?
    “Is that all you can give me?” Crue asked, his jaw square and firmly set.
    “For now,” Colt said, lowering his voice. “It’s all I have.” He couldn’t