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to,
because it had been bothering him the whole ride back, Hunter’s words now
getting to him. “I can do the work for both of us, so Craven doesn’t needa know
you’re out.”
    Ash
shook his head. “You can’t carry the business on your own, and if this is ’bout
what Hunter said, ignore him, he’s full of shit.”
    “I
thought so at first too, but ... I don’t think he would’ve barrelled into you
like that over drugs, he loves you, bro, and he did look scared.”
    “Then
why did Craven accept our offer?”
    “Cos
you threatened to kill him if he didn’t,” Dante said, turning onto their road,
the streetlamps few and far between.
    “He
could’ve threatened us back, used our family against us like the last time, but
he didn’t, and anyway, who in their right mind would turn down three-hundred
grand?”
    “Three-hundred
grand that Hunter may not owe him.”
    “I
told ja not to believe Hunter, he’s nuts, he attacked me.”
    “No,
he wuz tryna stop ya from leaving.”
    “Bullshit.
He rammed me into that wall hard. He’s loco.”
    “Maybe,”
Dante steered the Holden onto their driveway, parking behind Ash’s Chevy, “but
you’re just as nuts, cos he wuzn’t the one who hurt your head. You bashed it
into that wall like some psychotic looney tune. No sane person would do that.”
    “You
said it: I’m not sane.” Ash jumped out of the car and headed for their home.
    Dante
locked up and followed Ash up the front steps, wishing he could rewind today
and start over again, because this wasn’t what he wanted. He’d thought he had,
but now, the reality was setting in: He was going to be jobless soon, with
debts coming out of his arse. He glanced back at his car, wondering how the
hell he was going to pay it off, and not only that, but he couldn’t even put a
dent in his credit card bills, let alone pay for food, booze or ANYTHING! He
was so fucked it wasn’t funny.
    He
kicked off his boots, not caring as they hit the wall, smearing the paintwork
with mud, because he wasn’t getting a cent from the sale of the house anyway,
Craven bleeding him dry.
    Ash
said something, probably telling him off. Ignoring his brother, Dante stepped
inside, then froze, his eyes locked on the couch. Seated next to Ash’s
girlfriend, Kara stared back at him, her blonde wavy hair framing a
black-eye, bruised skin and a split lip. Dante barely noticed as Ash took off
down the passage with his girlfriend racing after him, Tiana asking Ash what
had happened to his forehead.
    “ Kako
si , Dante?” Kara said, placing an icepack on the coffee table.
    “You’re
asking me how I am, lookin’ like that?” He gestured to her face. “What
the hell happened to you?”
    Her
tongue flicked out to dab her split lip. “My husband beat me up,” she replied,
her Croatian accent thicker than normal, telling Dante she was nervous.
    Dante’s
jaw hardened. “Gimme your address,” he said, walking towards her, “I’m gonna
kill the bastard.”
    She
shook her head, then winced at what she’d done. “No, you can’t.”
    “Why
the fuck not? He needs to pay for what he did to you.”
    “What’s
done is done, and I don’t want you getting into trouble on my behalf, I’ve
caused you enough grief.” She removed the pink cardigan from around her
shoulders, one that belonged to Ash’s girlfriend, revealing a tight
leopard-print dress with a long zip down the front. A pale bruise coloured her
chest, suggesting that Kara’s husband had hurt her before today.
    Dante
sat down on the coffee table in front of her. “This isn’t the first time he’s
hurt you, is it?”
    “No,
he beat me a few days ago.” She dropped her gaze for a second, then looked back
up, her pale blue eyes almost colourless in the light. He looked into them,
mesmerised. Ash had said that eyes were windows to a person’s soul, but hers
were the windows to his.
    She
smiled at him, although it came out as a wince, then she lowered her gaze
again, but this time