“Any pizza left?” he asks, walking over to the open boxes on the counter.
“Help yourself,” Dima mutters while nibbling at Seb’s throat.
For fucks sake, do they ever stop? I’m surprised Seb has the ability to walk with how much they fuck. And the sappy side of them, which they seem to only display here–lucky me–is nauseating.
“What’d I miss”? Jules asks with a mouthful of pizza, ‘cuz he is classy as fuck.
“Just updating them on Aaron and his fuckhead brother.”
Jules chuckles. “Don't you mean doe?” He smiles at me. Bastard.
“Shut the hell up, Jules. I’m feeling pretty stabby today so don’t piss me off,” I warn.
He doesn’t respond but keeps that smug smile on his face. I can tell he is about to shit stir, and I can't decide whether to slit his throat or smash his head against the kitchen island.
“Doe? Who is doe?” Seb asks. Nosy fucker.
Before I can respond, Jules the dickhead decides to answer. “Aaron. It’s Lev's pet name for him. You should see this guy. He is fucking crazy as shit, but he looks at Lev like he is a god. It’s weird and hilarious at the same time.”
I actually think smashing his head against the wall appeals more.
“Well, well, got yourself a fan, brother?” Dima says.
“Yes I have, and he isn’t sane. And before you ask, no I haven't fucked him, and no I don't plan to. He has a weird-ass smile, and I think he would bite my dick off and enjoy it.”
I snap back, hating this attention on me. Luckily nobody comments on the doe reference, and I am glad of it. Do I want to fuck Aaron? Yes. But he displays all kinds of stage-five clinging and so many red flags it makes me look normal. Well, maybe that's a stretch.
“Hey, we ain’t judging, we all know your dick has been through the whole city.” Dima laughs along with everyone else.
“You done?” I snarl at my brother.
He huffs a smile and nods.
Seb gets off Dima’s knee, gives him a quick peck on the cheek, and turns to leave. “Right, I'm going for a run, see ya later.”
I can't help but admire that ass of his as he walks away. I have never seen such a juicy one like Seb’s.
“I will tear your fucking eyes out, Lev. Knock it off!” my predictable brother barks at me and I grin at him.
“Love to see you try, brother.”
Dima glares, itching to jump across the table and choke the life out of me. Riling up Dima suddenly makes my appetite return, so I continue eating as the low chuckles from Simon and Jules alleviate the tension in the room.
Chapter 9 - Aaron
“Wherethefuckhaveyou been?” Jake’s murderous voice barks as I walk into the apartment.
He storms toward me, anger etched on his face. Shay stands in the corner, wincing and body recoiling. His exhausted eyes say a lot. He’s still healing, but his concern for me keeps him in the room.
“Jake, I'm twenty-four. I don't have to answer to you,” I say. Making my body rigid, and keeping my head held high, I try to stand up to him, but as he walks closer towards me, I can feel myself shutting down. Desperate for something to keep me grounded, I think of Lev and try to channel the strength that fills me when I’ve been with him. Our interactions aren't even friendly, business-like at best, but his confidence and fearlessness bleed into me, giving me a strength I have rarely been able to show.
My brother’s laugh is vicious, and I know nothing good will happen tonight. He won't allow it.
“Because I’m the head of this crew and need to know where you are. I fucking own you, baby brother, remember?” he challenges.
His manipulative words hit where he wants them to, and I’m spinning.
I try to stop the images from showing themselves, but they come anyway.
