“Her parents shit all over her life. Not you.”
“That’s semantics. I was the catalyst. I set it all in motion.”
Everett steps up to me. “I wasn’t right, Zayn. I was wrong, andyouwere right. I don’t like that Emery got caught in the crosshairs, but you did good, man. You stopped that bitch from hurting others, and you got revenge for your brother.”
“Fat lot of use it did.” I scrub my hands down my face. “Speaking of, I need to go home and check on Ro. He hasn’t shown.” Which means he’s either too shit-faced to remember he’s supposed to be here or he’s shacked up with that drug-dealing degenerate. For Jarvis’s sake, I hope it’s the former because I’m in the mood to pound that manipulative fucker into an early grave.
“Call if you need me,” Everett says, backing away.
I jerk my head and walk out of his apartment.
My cell vibrates in my pocket just as my foot lands on the sidewalk. Groaning when I see who the caller is, I briefly contemplate not answering. But he’ll just keep calling. It’s laughable, considering he’s still caged behind bars, but he seems to have free run of the prison, and I don’t doubt he’ll bribe his way out one day. Soon, if he has his way.
“I’m not moving to Rydeville,” I bark when I pick up the call, striding toward the parking lot around the corner where I left my Harley.
“Stop acting like a brat.” Hamilton’s deep, raspy voice attests to a lifetime smoking habit. Another reason I’m glad I quit.
“I want nothing to do with my older brothers. They’re selfish pricks, and I don’t need them in my life.” My family isn’t the only reason I don’t want to go there, but I’m not elaborating.
“So, help me to put them away and nail that bastard Atticus. Then you get everything. Every cent of Anderson money. The properties and the business. It’ll be yours and Roman’s to do with as you please.”
“I don’t want any of that shit, and we have our own money.” Roman and I won’t ever have to worry about money again. I took what Denton gave us from the Becker inheritance and grew it tenfold through smart investments. If we run out, I’ll just steal some from the comfort of my own home. I have stolen millions from asshole elite members over the past two years, donating it all to charity or families of their victims. All done anonymously, of course, and I never leave a trace.
That is something I think Dad would be proud of.
I want to make my bio dad and my brothers suffer for abandoning us. But I’ll be doing itmy way, in my own time. I’m done being dictated to by this elite prick.
“I’m not asking, Rogan.”
I grind my teeth to my molars as I reach my motorcycle. He only pulls that name shit when he’s trying to rile me up. “I don’t care. The answer is still no.”
“Don’t make me force the issue. You won’t like what I do. This is your final warning.”
“Bite me, dickhead.” I disconnect the call, growling into thin air. Perhaps it’s not wise to poke the beast, but he forgetswho he’s dealing with. I can run rings around him with a few keystrokes. William Hamilton would do well to remember that.
Loud music greets my ears when I open the door to our apartment. Dropping my keys on the hall table, I slam the door shut with my booted foot and set off in search of my brother. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take me long to locate him.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hiss when I round the corner and discover Ro buck naked, draped over the table, as that asshole Van Hesten slams in and out of my brother’s ass. “We eat at that table,” I grumble just as Jarvis emits a loud groan, pulls out, and spills his disgusting seed all over Roman’s butt cheeks.
“Fuck!” Roman roars, and my face pulls into a grimace as I watch his cock spurt semen all over Jarvis’s hand.
“Ugh.” I scrub my hands down my face before looking to the ceiling praying for divine intervention I know isn’t coming.
“Eat it, baby,” Jarvis says. I flip my gaze back to the couple, watching in horror as he scoops the cum from Ro’s ass, mixing it with the cum covering his hand, and offers it to my brother.
That’s it. Breaking point reached.
“Get the fuck away from him,” I yell, grabbing him by his mid-length dirty-blond hair and yanking him back.
Jarvis reaches for me, gripping my shirt with his cum-coated hand, and I’m all out of patience. Fisting my hand, I ram it into the smug self-serving bastard’s face, relishing the sound of bone cracking as his nose bears the brunt of my anger.
“Zayn, no!” Roman staggers toward me, half-flaccid cock swinging all over the place.
I get another couple of punches in before my little brother’s drug-dealer boyfriend sprawls flat on his back on the floor. Icould do without the visual of his cum-coated pierced dick all up in my face or his particular brand of drama. I completely loathe the fucker, and I’d kill him if I thought I’d get away with it.
I’d like to say this is a first, but that’d be a lie. I swear Jarvis encourages Ro to fuck all over our apartment on purpose, just to really piss me off. Snarls rip from my mouth and I kick him in the ribs a couple of times as Roman claws at my arm, trying to reel me back.
One day, Iamgoing to kill this fucker, and I won’t lose a wink of sleep over it.
