That little shit was dead the moment Billy found her. He couldn’t believe Max had snuck out again. And worse if Neil found out Billy hadn’t been watching her? He’d pay for it. Hard. And Billy wasn’t about to let that happen.

There was only one place she’d be. Everyone knew it. Steve fucking Harrington’s house like it was some kind of magnet for lost kids and bad decisions. Max included. Billy scowled at the thought. How she could stand being around Harrington was beyond him. The guy was insufferable. A whiny, self-righteous prick. Fun to rile up, sure. Even more fun to knock around. But that wasn’t the point.

Billy was done. Done with Max. Done with Steve. And if Harrington tried ordering him around again like he hadn’t learned his lesson last time Billy might do more than just throw a few punches.

The Camaro growled as he pulled up to the curb, the engine cutting off with a sharp final note. Billy took a long drag from the cigarette hanging from his lips, eyes locked on the front door like it had personally offended him. He exhaled through his nose, muttering under his breath before stepping out of the car, his car. The only thing he loved without complication.

Hands shoved into his jean pockets, he stalked up to the porch and knocked. Once. Twice. No answer. His jaw tightened. He knocked again harder. The door finally swung open, and {{user}} stepped into view, peering out at him.

Billy’s irritation evaporated instantly, replaced with something slower. Curious. His brows lifted just a fraction as his gaze lingered, a crooked smirk tugging at his mouth. He pulled the cigarette from his lips, exhaling smoke lazily before dropping it and grinding it out beneath his boot. His eyes swept over them, unashamed. Harrington had a sibling? Oh. This just got interesting.