“This shit is different.”
I glance at him and because I know my brother so well, I know that he’s dragging this out, not to piss me off, but because he doesn’t want to tell me.
“Just spit it out, Max.”
“William.”
“William who?”
“How many do you know, Warren?”
He’s wrong. The only William I know is my brother and not only would my brother not be stupid enough to step on my toes, he’s not Jess’s type in the slightest.
He’s a fucking bore who prefers to take leisurely walks like an old man than actually live life and enjoy it.
There are no words hearing this. But the rage, that’s something I can work with.
I leave the bar and since dad’s golden son still lives at home like a kid, I know where he’ll be at this time of night. I’ve never been close with my older brother of three years but to go after my woman? That’s something I never saw coming.
By the time I reach the house, I can’t think straight. I’m after blood and because my brother is a pussy ass fucker, it won’t be my blood flowing.
Max is hot on my tail as I storm into the house. He’s not downstairs. I climb the stairs and burst into William’s room. How the fuck is he happy still sleeping in his childhood bedroom? And just like an old man, he’s sat up in bed, in a pair of fucking pyjamas reading a book.
“Warren? What the…?”
I haul him out of bed and shove him down onto the floor. I beg he fight back but the pussy shrivels up.
“Is it true?”
Recognition falls over him and he backs off across the room.
“Warren, I was going to tell you. It just happened!”
It’s not what I want to hear, and I throw the first punch. Instantly the rage drops to a simmer. How the fuck can I kick his ass when it’s like beating a defensive child?
I stumble back and turn to see Mom stunned silence stood next to Max, who I noticed didn’t step in to help William. Not that he would. Our older brother looks down on us both.
“I’m sorry for waking you, Mom.”
“What’s going on, Warren? Why did you hit your brother?”
I have to get out of here. As I go to leave, I lean in and kiss her cheek.
“Ask William and Jess, Mom.”
I don’t hang around to hear his voice, and Max follows me out. I note Dad didn’t come to William’s rescue like usual.
Max’s phone pings and then he tells me, “I’m out. Got a booty call with Natasha.”
I barely acknowledge him as I jump in the truck I bought last week. My motorcycle is in the shop and it’s not looking good.
I aim to drive to my apartment but find myself parking up outside Jess’s apartment. I loved, love, her. Or do I?
Fuck.
I couldn’t give a shit that she’s met someone else. I give a shit it’s my brother.
Then it hits me.
