Melt (Steel Brothers Saga #4)

And maybe not.

The truth of the matter was, I didn’t want to talk to anyone except Melanie, but I feared she had her own issues now. And her behavior today had made it clear exactly what she thought of me. I thought again about the phone call she had made to me earlier. Maybe I should’ve picked it up. But I was a little too angry with her to deal with her right now.

She didn’t want to deal with me when I was angry. No one did.

“It’s not that easy, Talon.”

“Don’t you think I know that? If anyone knows that things aren’t always easy, it’s me. Believe me, if I can get through this shit, you can.”

“If I had been doing my job, you wouldn’t have gone through any of it.”

“Oh, for God’s sake. When was it your job to keep your eyes on me every minute? I had my own mind, you know.”

“You were ten. You didn’t know what you were doing.”

“And you were twelve.”

“A few days from my thirteenth birthday.”

“So fucking what? You were a kid, Joe. A kid. Get that through that thick skull of yours.”

“I was the oldest. I was supposed to keep my eye on you two.”

“Says who? Dad? So what? He was far from perfect, and he did a lot of shit that he shouldn’t have. Why the hell did he sweep all of this under the rug? If he hadn’t, the three of us wouldn’t have to be dealing with it now. Maybe Dad didn’t make the right decision. Maybe Dad was wrong.”

“He wasn’t wrong about me being responsible for you two.”

“How can you say that? Of course he was wrong. You were a kid. A twelve-year-old kid. No twelve-year-old kid should be saddled with the responsibility of two younger kids. We had a mother. We had a father. It’s not like you were all we had. You shouldn’t have been charged with our protection. You were one of us. Let. It. Go.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“It may not. But Mom and Dad weren’t perfect. They failed me. And they failed you, too. For whatever reason they thought they had to, they hid what happened to me and I was never able to deal with it then. It took me twenty-five years. Twenty-five fucking years, Joe, to even admit that this happened, to be able to say the word ‘rape’ out loud. I lost twenty-five years of my life, and for what? I don’t even know why they did it.”

“I guess that’s what this trip is for—to find out.”

“What if Wendy doesn’t know? What if she doesn’t have the answers we need?”

I sighed. “She may not. But she does have information. She told Jade she did.”

Talon nodded, his gaze still on the road. He was clenching the steering wheel with white knuckles.

“Do you want me to drive for a while?”

He shook his head. “I’m okay.”

“It’s okay for you to be angry.”

“I am angry.”

“And it’s okay to be angry at me.” The minute the words left my lips, I regretted them. Because frankly, I worried he would say the words I feared most—that yes, he was angry with me. He always said he wasn’t, that he didn’t blame me for not being there to protect him, but maybe, somewhere in the back of his mind, he did.

“The only thing I’m angry at you about, Joe, is not letting this go.”

“Pull over,” I said.

“What? We’re on the middle of the highway.”

“Take the next exit. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Why in the hell do you want me to pull over?”

I gritted my teeth. “Because you and I are going to have this out. Now.”

“You’re not going to suck me into this, Joe. I refuse.”

I grabbed the steering wheel. “Goddamnit, I said pull over.” I jerked the steering wheel so the car headed onto the off-ramp.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m getting off the goddamned road. We are getting out of the car, and you are going to punch me in the face.”

“Are you crazy?”

Maybe I was. I was feeling crazy right now. I hadn’t had a good beating in a while, and my brother, the one I had failed…

And Melanie… I had failed her, too.

She and I were over before we ever began.

I wasn’t interested in her apologies for leaving me so abruptly, and I wasn’t interested in anything else from her.

She was a mess, and I was a mess. The two of us together were a nightmare. Her, I would let go. I had to let her go. I had no choice. But I could never let my brother go. We were blood. And I couldn’t go until he gave me what I deserved.

“Fine.” Talon jerked the car to stop. “Let’s get this over with.”

He got out of the car. I followed. We were on a back road that led into a few small Western slope towns. It was doubtful anyone would come by, and that was exactly how I wanted it.

I stalked around to my brother. “Come on. Take a shot. I know you’ve wanted to for twenty-five years.”

“Oh, hell, no. This is your battle, Joe, not mine. I forgave you a long time ago.”

“A-ha. So you admit there was something to forgive.”

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