“Dude, why are you guys acting all weird?” I shift in my bed. It groans, and all eyes are on me. Holli steps forward. Mas does too. “Yeah, fucking weird.”
My twin grips the rails of my bed. Dom stands behind him, pulling his vape out of his pocket.
“Hey asshole, you want to tell him, or should I?” Darko Dommy barks out, glaring at Hollister.
His bestie, which is really blowing my drugged-up mind since Holli Balls waits on his grumpy ass hand and foot. For his part, he looks guilty as hell. A look that matches the one my brother has been giving me for the past half hour.
“I-I’m sort of seeing?—”
“He’s fucking my mom,” Dom blurts out, cutting him off and then dragging on his vape like he didn’t just suck the air out of the place.
Holli stiffens. Mas looks down at my bedsheets. My ears must be gone from that incessant beeping or from the hot nurse screaming at me like I’m deaf. Or the pain meds are kicking into overdrive because I think I heard?—
“Don’t be crass, man. Have some respect,” Holli defends, but doesn’t deny. My eyeballs fall out of my head, roll down the sheets, and stand on my elevated leg to get a closer look.
“You’re banging his mom? Like his mom.”
I point at Dom, looking ready to kill all of us, except maybe my brother. He’s moved closer to Dom. Probably out of caution. Hollister moves to the other side of the room, keeping the bed and me between them.
“Yeah, numb nuts. My fucking mom,” Dom mutters, staring at me like I’m the fucking problem.
“DUDE! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?” I start laughing, loud and maniacal. It’s the craziest shit I’ve ever heard. “That’s so fucked up. Wait, wait, wait. Is she hot or does she look like Darko Dommy?”
“Shut the fuck up. Don’t you dare talk about her like that. Both of you,” Holli yells, then bows up. First on me, but I’m still laughing my ass off. Then, on Darko Dommy, who steps forward ready to go a round or two.
“Not again. Not in here,” Mas warns in his deep voice, only used for threatening drunk assholes at bars that won’t stop harassing innocent chicks.
“Holy shit. You guys already duked it out. Fuck, I’m missing all the good shit.” The laughing hurts my fucking ribs even through the drugs, but I don’t give a shit. “This is too good to pass up. Something finally put a wedge between these two dudes. And it was his fucking mom. Literally fucking his mom.”
No one moves.
Everyone holds their positions. Tense and rigid as shit. Silent as fuck.
“Hey, can I get in on that? You know how Mas and I roll. Damn bro, did you already hit it and quit it? Tag team her without me. Fuck, that’s not fair.”
Hollister’s face goes red. Dom goes dead calm, which is worse. They both lunge for the bed, about to baptize me with their hands.
“HELP! MAS! THEY’RE GOING TO KILL ME BEFORE I CAN FEEL THOSE DSLS ON MY COCK!”
Mas slams his forearms across the rail, takes a hit to his shoulder, and pushes Dom back while shoving Holli away.
“Enough!” he yells, but it’s not enough.
They come for me again. Holli grabs the footboard. Dom reaches for my sheet like he is going to rip me out of the bed and carry me to the parking lot to beat my ass. Pain spikes sharply under my ribs. The monitor squeals. My hand finds the call button, and I mash it like a damn game controller.
“BROTHER! SAVE ME!”
“Shut the fuck up, Em!”
Mas plants his feet. One palm in Dom’s chest. One on Holli’s bicep.
“He didn’t mean anything by it. Back off.”
“Say that shit again, Em, and you’ll really need to be in the ICU!” Holli snaps, eyes wild.
“Yeah, fucking dickhead,” Dom growls, ganging up on me. Nothing keeps these two apart. Not even Holli fucking his best friend’s mom.
“Make me,” I shoot back, scared and laughing even though everything hurts.
