“You fuckin’ turd! You do!” Dad shouted. “You talk to your king that way!”

I turned to Gill who was standing in the door.

“Call Dr. Baldwin,” I ordered.

“Liv, Baldy’s not our biggest fan,” Tommy muttered under his breath behind me.

I nodded slightly, eyes still on Gill, knowing that but forgetting at this dramatic juncture that my father had alienated Baldwin some months ago. “Tell him I requested his attention personally.”

Gill nodded back and disappeared.

I cast my gaze over my shoulder to Tommy. “Get some towels.”

“Olivia, you do not need to be here,” Dad stated, and I looked to him.

“Dad—” I started.

He swung the gun my way.

Tommy, who had been moving toward my father’s bathroom, stopped and moved back, positioning in front of me so I still could see my father but Tommy’s body was mostly shielding mine.

God. Tommy.

I watched Dad’s eyes shift to Tommy before I watched his mouth curl.

“Take a bullet for her, yeah?” Dad asked derisively.

Tommy had been playing the game a long time. But he’d also been taught a lesson he had no choice but to learn.

He knew the right answer.

“She’s yours, so yeah.”

Dad stuck his nose up in the air, sniffed his approval at that response, then lowered the gun.

He glared at Tommy. He glared at me. Finally, he turned to Green.

I tensed.

“I fuckin’ see you again and you still aren’t doin’ your job, I won’t aim at your leg. You hear me?”

I fought a sigh.

I saw Green’s teeth go to his lip and I knew exactly what he intended to say. I was pleased he managed to beat back the urge and instead fell to his hip and put both hands to his wound.

Dad stalked my way. “Get his ass outta here, Olivia. Get him producing.” He indicated Green behind him with a swing of his gun. “And clean this shit up.”

With that, he walked out the door.

“Towels, Tommy,” I reminded him quietly.

He jerked his head and moved to Dad’s bathroom.

I moved quickly to Green, crouched and dropped forward on my knees.

“We’ll get you to Dr. Baldwin. He’ll sort you out,” I murmured.

“I’m done, Liv,” Green clipped.

I drew in a careful breath and looked in his eyes.

“Fuckin’ asshole’s lost his goddamned mind,” Green went on. “Knew it already. He didn’t have to shoot me in the fuckin’ leg to know it. But definitely know it now.”

“Eli,” I called him the name only I called him occasionally after Georgia christened him Green.

“Stuck it out for you, babe. Did what I could. But I gotta fuckin’ eat,” he bit out.

“Georgia is working on—” I started, knowing it was a waste of breath.