Blackhearted by KC Klein

Author:KC Klein
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Klein Publishing

Eight

Jayne watched in horror as the first sharp hit of pain was replaced with growing rage. Chandler stumbled back as if his legs could no longer hold his weight. “I’m gonna kill him.”

The words seemed to come from far away, and it took her a moment. Who could he be talking about? But when he flung open the door and started down the hall she knew exactly who he was going after.

She chased after him, her scream lodged in her throat, burning, clawing, and choking because really, what could she say? There were no words that could make this right. Nothing that could fix this.

“Tatum!” Chandler’s voice boomed throughout the house as he searched for his brother. And all Jayne could think to do was continue to race after him.

She’d never seen Chandler like this. His entire body was rigid, fists curled by his side. His steps were fast and long, leaving her far behind. “Wait, Chandler. Just wait!”

He didn’t even hear her. She knew Chandler and knew his entire focus was on one thing—finding Tatum.

And find him he did. Didn’t take long. Across the yard by the stables was Tatum, one scuffed boot casually propped up on a fence. His arms leaning against the metal bar as he watched Frank, one of the ranch hands, ride in from the range.

Chandler bellowed something, his twin’s name, or probably something worse. Didn’t matter since Tatum swung around, panic already on his face.

Chandler didn’t wait.

Jayne’s warning was lost in the loud grunt as Chandler’s fist found Tatum’s face, doubling him over. Tatum stumbled back and went down, but Chandler hadn’t even gotten started. He threw himself on top of his brother, hands reaching for his throat.

Tatum hadn’t been raised without knowing how to defend himself. Chandler might’ve gotten the first punch in, but Tatum wouldn’t let him have a second.

It wasn’t long before both men were rolling around in the dirt and mud, heedless of the white button-downs and dress slacks they’d worn to the funeral. Chandler raised his fist and threw a series of punches at his brother’s head. Tatum broke the hold and socked Chandler in his stomach, knocking the wind right out of him.

“Stop it! Stop it!” Dixie, who must’ve followed them out of the house, yelled from the safety of the sidelines.

Frank jumped the fence and pulled Chandler off of Tatum. “Enough you two. This is no way to respect your father.”

“Get off of me, old man,” Chandler yelled. But Frank didn’t look that old. His thick arms were like steel bands around Chandler’s middle, his hands like two sledge hammers hooked together.

“What the hell, man? What in God’s name is wrong with you?” Tatum swore, knee deep in mud, blood trickling down his lip.

“Admit it!” Chandler yelled out from under the bulging force of Frank. “You slept with her. You slept with Jayne!”

The raw pain infused with those words had Jayne finally being able to find her voice. “Chandler no! Wait.”

But Chandler had never listened to her before, so why would he now?

Tatum spat on the ground.

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