“Rocket finally wants me to hand him his ass, Pres. Been looking forward to this.”
I advanced on the fucker, shoving Henley aside as he tried, yet again, to get me to make better decisions. The thing is, this wasthe only decision I had right now. Make him pay for picking on my woman. Fuck me, my woman.
That moment of hesitation cost me dearly, as Grease’s fist hit my face, and I fell back a few paces, my arms swinging to try and regain my balance.
“A sucker punch? Oh come on,” Micro grumbled from behind him.
“Fucker wants to call me out, then decides to edge me for this showdown? Fuck no. This has been a long time coming. I’m so ready to break parts of him that he thinks he needs.”
“Brother, that doesn’t even make sense,” Stag called out, but Grease’s eyes were firmly on me, refusing to make the same mistake I did.
“Your beef is with me, fuckhead. You leave V the hell alone!”
Stag groaned theatrically. “This is about pussy? Come on, guys. More fish in the sea and all that.”
We both glared at the fucker, because Grease admittedly had an old lady, and I had a woman I was starting to think of as mine. That meant nobody referred to them as pussy. For fuck’s sake. Sometimes Stag really revealed how toxic he was. His views on women were borderline fucking disgusting sometimes.
“Call Jay ‘pussy’ again, and I’ll break all your fucking teeth and shove them up your ass.”
“Kinky,” Stag replied, lifting a pool cue in front of him, like he was preparing to fight Grease off.
Micro stepped between us then, and heaved a huge sigh.
“This isn’t going away, is it? You’re just gonna keep beefing at each other, until one of you fucking does something even dumber than a strap-on on a ride, or sucker punching.”
“Both of those were him,” I pointed out, and Grease half-smiled, looking almost proud of his actions.
“Enough. You both defer to me as your President, right?” Fuck. We glared at each other a little more, and Micro practically growled in response.
“RIGHT?”
“Fuck. Yeah,” I murmured as Grease agreed too, and Micro nodded.
“Fine. So this goes down two hours from now, in the yard. No weapons, no breaking bones. Fists only, and it ends when I fucking say it does. Once this is done, you both suck it up and draw a line under this. We’re a fucking family here. We’re trying to build something, and you’re both pissing all over it.”
We went back to glaring at each other, while I’m sure we were both biting back childish retorts blaming each other.
“Got it? This continues after the showdown, and one of you is out. Maybe both.” He shoved past both of us, and headed for his office. Our phones both buzzed a second later, and we dug them out, staring at our screens.
CallToArms: Brother v Brother showdown – club yard – two hours from now.
Fuck me.
“Huh,” I said quietly, and I heard that fucker chuckle.
“That’s hot. I need to let Jay know so she can come cheer me on. She loves watching me hand tossers like you their asses.”
He turned and walked away, absolutely no tension in his posture, no outward sign that he feared having his back to me. The smug fucker needed to be taken down a peg or two, and it looked like I’d get to be the man to do it.
“Fucking hell. Is this a regular thing?” Henley was back, leaning over my shoulder to see the message on my phone screen.
“Uh… no. This is… this is unexpected.”
His eyes met mine as he backed up again.
“You got this?”
Fuck yeah, I’ve got this. I closed the message and opened my chat with V.
