“No. I just don’t want to hear bullshit about being late.”
“Pussy.” He laughed, climbing off the bed.
“If you ever want my pussy again, you’ll move your ass.” I threw his dirty clothes at him before he could react. They hit him square in the chest and fell to his feet.
“What the fuck, dude?” he asked, holding out his hands.
“Put something on. You can’t go like that,” I said, waving my hands up and down.
“My clothes are outside.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, highly irritated at this point. “Flash, move it. Stop fucking around. Get your shit and get ready. I’m leaving in ten with or without you.”
“Fine,” he said, pulling on his jeans before stomping out the door as I walked into my closet to grab a cami.
It was bad enough that I was bringing Flash with me. Joe hated him. Fuck, all my brothers hated him. Hopefully, with it being a holiday, they could put aside their bullshit and welcome him inside. I could hope, but I knew the reality. I’d be playing interference the entire day to stop fists from flying.
Exactly ten minutes later, I grabbed my keys off the counter and threw on my heels. Then I stood by the front door, about to walk out, when Flash rounded the corner looking as good as biker Flash could. His outfit wasn’t fancy, but it would do. Time to get the clusterfuck over with.
Chapter 3
Thank goodness Anthony showed up when we did. I wouldn’t have to hear Joe’s mouth about being the last one to dinner.
“Hey, Anth.”
Anthony hugged me, moving in closer to my ear and whispering, “Why the fuck did you bring him?”
I looked at Flash, giving him a smile before responding to Anthony. “He didn’t have anywhere else to go.” I batted my eyelashes at him as he backed away and gave Flash a once-over.
“Joe is going to shit a motherfucking brick.” Anthony winked and grinned.
“Just thought I’d keep the day interesting.”
“Hey, man,” Flash said as he walked up to Anthony with his hand outstretched.
“Long time no see, Sam.” Anthony grasped his hand, shaking it for longer than normal.
“Yeah.” Flash flinched from the handshake. Then he flexed his hands as Anthony released him. “It’s Flash now.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head.This shit should go over real well with my family.Anthony looked at me, and I shrugged before pinching my nose.
“Stay behind me,” I said, looking at Flash and pointing at the ground.
“Why?”
“’Cause Joe won’t punch me when he sees you, but by all means,” I said, motioning in front of me with my hand. “Go ahead in front if you want a fist in the face as a greeting.”
Flash grimaced and sighed. “I don’t know why your brother doesn’t fuckin’ like me.”
“Maybe ’cause you’ve been fucking his little sister for years.”
Flash mumbled something under his breath, moving to stand behind me as we approached the door. As Anthony knocked, I fidgeted with my hands, praying that the day didn’t turn into a clusterfuck.
“Fucker hated me before that,” Flash snarled behind me.
Anthony’s fists didn’t relent as he pounded on the door.
“Why don’t you just open it?”
