Fighting Temptation [Brac Village 11] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Online Free PDF

wanted answers.
    Turi glared up at him, the anger present in his emerald-green eyes. “Delyn is not the typical father. I refuse to let him mate me to my very own uncle. Would you want to be caught?”
    “No, I wouldn’t.” Carmine loosened his grip, ready to get the hell out of there and afraid to leave the man. He was contradictorily messed up in the head.
    Carmine wasn’t sure which feeling to go with. He seemed to stay confused around Turi and that wasn’t a feeling he was used to. Carmine had always been in control, always knowing what he wanted. Since meeting Turi, he wasn’t sure about a damn thing. He hated the struggle that was going on inside of him. It was screwing with his head, making him second-guess himself, something he wasn’t used to doing.
    For a few weeks he had been considering putting in for a transfer, going to a big-city police station for a faster pace of life and a scenery change. Maybe once he got Turi out of this mess, he would put those papers in. He couldn’t risk caring about the man. That was something he couldn’t allow himself to do.
    Just when he thought he was getting his life together, along comes Turi. Carmine inwardly cursed at the way fate was interfering in his life. “You know you won’t be safe here, Turi. All I’m asking is that you let me help you, nothing more.”
    He could see the hurt in Turi’s dark-green eyes and he hated that look, but there was nothing Carmine could do about it. This was business, nothing more. “Just come to work with me, for the day.”
    Turi pulled his arm the rest of the way out of Carmine’s hand and began to walk toward the exit. “I’ll take my chances on the ranch.”
    Carmine watched Turi’s jerky steps. Yep, the man was definitely pissed-off.
    Just as the guy reached the entrance, Turi spun around and began to walk backward, his emerald-green eyes filled with irritation. “By the way, don’t ever use your weapon against my father again. He may have his priorities all screwed up, but he is still my father.”
    Now who had their priorities screwed up? Carmine didn’t know what to make of Turi. But then again, if Carmine’s father had lost his mind, would he really be able to shoot him? He knew in his heart the answer was no.
    Turi had to be screwed up in the head over this. There was no way he wasn’t hurting inside over what his father—no, Carmine was not going to go there.
    Grunting in frustration, Carmine left the barn. He was surprised no one from work had called him yet. Carmine was running way behind. But work wasn’t really on his mind. He had to find a way to help Turi without getting deeply involved with the guy.
    Carmine’s eyes widened when he saw Turi barreling straight for him. What was the guy up to? He had an urge to pull his gun again from the way Turi was looking at him.
    The man stopped a foot from him, pointing a finger up at Carmine. “I’ll go with you only because I don’t want these nice bears hurt. But I’m warning you, my whistle works just fine and I’m not afraid to use it.”
    Knowing the man was serious, Carmine wasn’t sure if he wanted to let the guy in his car. From the way Turi acted, if Carmine breathed too hard the squirrelly man would be blowing that whistle. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
    He had no choice. Carmine could not stick around here all day, but he wasn’t willing to leave Turi behind. “Go let someone know that you are leaving with me.”
    “Why?”
    “So no one will come looking for you,” Carmine answered as he headed toward his car. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with Turi at work. Maybe he could give him some paperwork to file. His boss was going to freaking love this. Carmine’s ass already hurt from the chewing that was yet to come.
    Turi took off toward the house, hurrying inside. After ten minutes, Carmine grew frustrated and went to find the guy. This was unreal. Not only had he been running late this morning, he had spent a good two