“Do you prefer incel?”
“I’m voluntarily celibate, so fuck no,” Kaia snapped.
“Oh-ho,” Ryan chortled, wagging a finger at him. “I think you know what a beta boy is, but it hits too close to home, so you claim ignorance. That, or you’re dodging my question.”
“I like Rebel,” Kaia responded. What the fuck else was he supposed to say? He couldn’t properly sort through his feelings while Fia’s promises of sucking his cock dry floated in his brain. “She is very special to me.”
Very true, especially when he was sober and sated.
“I’m not standing out here all night, holding your hand, fuckhead,” Ryan said. “You have to make the choice yourself.” He started to walk away, then stopped and turned. “Just remember, Rebel doesn’t deserve you fucking over her. You were specifically chosen to do one fucking job.Youcomplicated it. Don’t hurt her. She’s been through enough.”
“Part of which you’re responsible for,” Kaia reminded him, his tone sharp. Him and the alcohol wouldn’t allow Ryan to lay all the blame at Kaia’s feet.
“I am,” Ryan said. “I regret that so fucking much. None of my cousins deserved…fuck, never mind. When all’s said and done, it doesn’t matter what the fuckIdid. It doesn’t give you, or anyone else, the right to pile onto the bullshit.”
“I don’t intend to hurt her.”
“Best laid intentions of mice and motherfuckers. Remember that.”
“It’s mice and men,” Kaia slurred. “And their intentions often go awry.”
“Exactly. Mice, men, or motherfuckers.”
Kaia shifted his weight, his balls heavy and achy. “If I fuck Fia, will you tell?”
“We just established I’ve done enough, so no, but I can guarantee that bitch will.”
“Suppose I give her one band to buy her silence?”
Smirking, Ryan whistled and shook his head. “Using the money Aunt Meggie pays you to fuck over her daughter. Nice, bro.”
“How big of a deal will this be?” Kaia slid his fingers through his hair. “Honestly, the girls I’ve dealt with see me as a toy. They pay for cock and for me to listen. A lot of them don’t even care if I get extra pussy on the side. They don’t see me as a catch.”
Ryan glanced over his shoulder, then looked at Kaia and sighed. “Do you know how CJ got to be so good at football?”
“By working his ass off and studying the game.”
“Studying you,” Ryan amended. “You were so fucking good. Your injury redirected your life, but it doesn’t have to ruin it. Aunt Meggie has given you this opportunity. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and use it.”
“I’ll try,” he mumbled. “But for my more immediate problem—”
“Aunt Meggie won’t have you killed as long as you and Rebel don’t break up because of another girl.”
“I don’t want to break up with her.”
“Then you want to die. First, you were flirting with Jana, now you’re about to fuck Fia. Either you’re tired of living or tired of Rebel.”
“So, I should just jerk off for the next…however long I have to wait for Rebel?”
“First, cuck? TMI. Second, yeah.Orbuild up Diesel.”
Kaia would yank his own tongue out first.
“Remind her how important he is to her and that she should try to rebuild her relationship with him.”
“Fuck Diesel,” he blared, frowning. “Why would I want to do that? She’ll think she’s in love with him again.”
“Exactly. Even Rebel couldn’t fault you for breaking up with her while she pines for Diesel.”
