“What are you going to do? Crawl back to Mommy and Daddy? Beg for them to make all of your problems go away? Isn’t that always what you do?”

The redness in Grant’s face intensified to the point where I wondered if he might have a stroke. I wouldn’t rush to call nine-one-one if he did. “I see someone’s been spreading her legs along with her lies. That’s how she always gets wealthy men to bend to her will—”

I saw red. Before I could think, I lunged. Two sets of arms pulled me back before my fist could connect with the asshole’s face.

“Don’t give him any more ammunition than he already has. You’ll hate yourself if you’re the reason Kenna loses her home.” Ford gave my arm a stern shake for good measure. His brother, Hunter, held steady.

“I’m fine,” I growled. “You can let go.”

Grant stared down his nose at the three of us as if we were bugs he wanted to stomp on. “But she is going to lose her home and anything else my grandmother was stupid enough to give her. No one wins against the Abbots. Kenna should know that by now.”

“You’re wrong.” Caelyn’s voice sounded from the stairs to the store. “She’s not a young girl you and your family can terrify anymore. She’s strong. And she’s gonna take you down.”

Grant scoffed. “You’re trash, just like she is. And trash always thinks they can elevate their station in life by threats and blackmail.”

Caelyn jutted out her chin. “If you think Kenna’s trash, I’m honored to be called the same. But this trash is the new manager of The General Store, and that comes with some perks. Perks like refusing combative customers. You’re now banned, Grant.”

His eyes narrowed on Caelyn. “Tell me, Caelyn. How are those parents of yours? Still enjoying their time in jail?”

Color leached from Caelyn’s face, but before she could say anything, a figure appeared out of the corner of my vision, taking a few long strides towards Grant. In a blur of motion, he decked the asshole, sending him collapsing to the ground.

Caelyn squeaked, and Hunter hooted. The assailant looked to Caelyn for a brief moment. “No one should speak to a woman that way.” And with that, he headed into the store.

I let out a low whistle. “I wouldn’t want to mess with him.”

“I don’t think it’d be a smart move,” Hunter echoed.

Grant sat up and then stood, a little wobbly on his feet. “Who was that? I demand to know. I’ll be pressing charges.”

Somehow, I didn’t think any of us were going to give him Griffin’s name. The guy might be surly, but this wasn’t the first time he’d helped out when we were in a tight spot.