My mind wars with replying, but the growling in my stomach wins out, and I head downstairs. Opening the refrigerator, I notice there’s no leftovers, and I grumble. “Fuck!”
“What did the refrigerator do to you?” Nash asks snarkily.
“Fuck off.” I growl. “There’s nothing to eat, and I don’t feel like cooking.”
“Just order something,” Nash replies.
“That’s your fucking answer to everything.”
“Damn, Roman, what crawled up your ass and died?” Nash asks as Holden steps into the room, freezing in his spot as his gaze moves back and forth between me and Nash.
“Nothing. Just hungry.” I don’t usually lie to my brothers, but I want to know more before I mention anything to them. I know if I tell them what the message said, they’d want me to withdraw from the match, and fucking hell if I’m doing that.
“Then let’s order some pizza,” Nash offers, already pulling out his phone to place the order.
“Get some garlic parmesan wings too. I’ve been craving them,” Holden adds, scooting past me to get something out of the refrigerator.
“On it. Then when I’m done, Roman can tell us what has him all pissy like he’s on his period.” Nash continues pressing buttons on his phone as he heads into the living room.
I follow behind debating how to get out of this or how little information I can give them to keep them off my back. Or I can do the right thing and just tell them the truth. Maybe they can help me figure out who this unknown person is.
“Food will be here in about thirty minutes. Now spill.” Nash uses his alpha bark on me and I can’t help but smirk. While he’s strong, he’s not stronger than me. Even though he sometimes likes to think he is.
“It’s nothing. Just some weird text I got from an unknown number.” I open the message and hand my phone over to them so they can see it.
“This is it?” Holden asks.
“Yeah. It came in on the drive home. I read it but held off on answering.”
“Weird,” Nash adds, gazing at my screen with a blank face as if he’s reading the message over and over. “Why? I’d want to know what this person knows.”
“It’s probably just some bullshit move on Hancock’s part to psych me out.”
“And if it isn’t?” Nash asks, handing me back my phone.
“Then I’ll deal with it. Since when are the two of you scared so easily by a message?”
“I guess it happened around the same time you didn’t take a warning in a message seriously,” Nash interjects.
“Just call me when the pizza gets here.” I snap, stand and head to the stairs, needing to get away from my brothers before this goes any further. I head straight to my bedroom, letting the door shut behind me a little louder than I normally would’ve. Crossing the room, I drop down on my bed, stretching my legs out, then crossing my legs over each other as I lean back on the headboard.
My fingers hover over the keyboard, as I reread the message again.
“Screw it.”
Me: I don’t know who this is but stop with the fucking games. If you have something to say then say it. And if this is you, Hancock, then this is a pitiful attempt to try to get in my head.
I grind my teeth as I wait for a reply. For some reason, I thought it would be instantaneous. As if the sender were on the other end eagerly awaiting my response.
The longer I sit there with no answer, the more agitated I get.
Me: Figured this was some mindfuckery. Fuck off.
I toss my phone down on the bed and head to the door, needing to be as far away from the electronic device as I can be. Then, just as I’m stepping out the door, my phone buzzes.
My feet move quicker than lightning as I dart across the room and snatch it up.
Unknown: My…my… aren’t we an inpatient cock. For the record, what I have to say isn’t BS, and I’m most definitely not Hancock. Now, do you want to be a good little boy and hearwhat I have to say? If not, you can suffer the consequences on your own. I guess you like to lose.
