Sebastian lets out a long whistle, and I turn and glare at him, my attention moving to Sloth as he lifts his shades to get a better look at her.
“That’s your sister?” Sloth asks in disbelief. “Fuck me, there’d be a whole Princess Leia and Luke Skywalker thing going on if I were her brother.” He chuckles, and I snarl at him.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” I bite out, my good mood evaporating like a balloon on a sharp pin. “Or I’ll watch it for you.”
“Luke didn’t know she was his sister, man. Don’t be putting that shit out there and ruining the biggest twist in cinematic history.” Sebastian scowls, but Sloth only shrugs and takes another hit from the joint.
“I’m just saying, sister or not, I would tap that ass. She’s fucking delicious.” Sloth leans back on the lounger before blatantly rearranging his hardening cock.
“Like I said, shut your fucking mouth or I’ll shut it for you. Permanently,” I snarl again. I take a deep breath and try to get control of the rage growing inside me. Neither of these assholes seem to realize how close they are to being drowned in my swimming pool if they don’t stop undressing my sister with their eyes.
“That’s what I said the first time I saw her. She gave me the look,” Sebastian says, a smirk still firmly on his face. “Seriously, she’s too beautiful to be your twin sister, Samuel. Maybe you’re adopted.”
Both men start to laugh, but all I can do is glare at them and grind my teeth. I crack the knuckles on my hand, more than ready to end them both.
“Shut up or get the fuck off my property, both of you,” I grit out, all humor gone.
“Easy, Sam. We’re just fucking with you,” Sebastian replies, giving me a slow smile.
“I’d rather be fucking with her,” Sloth says, and my gaze shoots to him.
“That’s it. Get the fuck out of here. Now,” I yell.
I stand up as Sabella walks over to me, taking off her shades and pulling out her ear buds. She looks between the three of us, her gaze taking in the pot and beer scattered around us. Sebastian lifts himself out of the pool as Sloth picks up his beer, neither man making any move to get off my property.
“Why weren’t you at school today?” she asks me sharply, her gray eyes moving from me to Sebastian, who’s grabbed a towel and is wiping down his chest. He’s strong and lean, and she clearly likes what she sees, which sours the drink in my stomach even more. “Sammy, you said you weren’t going to mess it up this time,” she says, looking back at me.
“And I’m not,” I bite out. “But things have changed.” I fold my arms across my chest, suddenly feeling like her father. Could I ground her? Burn all her dresses and skirts and make her wear baggy jeans and my old sweaters for the rest of her life? Technically, she is older than me, but that doesn’t really mean shit.
“It doesn’t look like it to me,” she says with a wave of her hand at the little party we were having before she showed up. “Clean this mess up, and yourself, before Father sees.”
“I’m a big fucking boy, Sab. I told you I have this shit handled, and I do. Now, go cover your tits up before I have to kill one of these fuckers.”
She puts a hand on her hip and cocks her head at me, her cheeks glowing pink in embarrassment despite her feisty attitude. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
Sebastian comes to stand next to me, and I glare over at him, though he ignores me in favor of staring at my sister. He holds a still damp hand out to her.
“Well, this can’t be coincidence,” he says with a smile, and Sab’s scowl falters.
“What can’t be coincidence?” she asks, her tone frosty.
“I’m warning you,” I grit out. There is only so much I’m going to let slide. We’re Elite brothers so I’m giving him the respect of not beating him to a bloody pulp, but that respect will only grant him so many passes.
I want to rip his head off.
“Bumping into you again. This is twice in a week,” he drawls. “Since your brother is too damn rude to introduce us, I’ll introduce myself. I’m Sebastian Westbrook, and you’re the better-looking Gunner sibling I see.”
She takes his hand, even though I know her well enough to know she doesn’t like him—at all. She might find him attractive, but he’s being too forward, too arrogant, and too fucking self-assured for her liking. She’s into more of the shy, nerdy type.
“Well, Sebastian, I don’t think you’re the best influence for my brother. And since this is my house as well, I’d like you all to leave.” She lets go of his hand and crosses her arms over her chest. She looks back at me. “You promised me, Sammy. You promised me you’d give this a real shot.” She shakes her head, her anger dissipating into sadness. “I don’t know why I always believe you. You always end up letting me down.”
She turns and walks away from me, and Jesus fucking Christ, she’s our father’s daughter all right. She knows just how to make me feel like a piece of shit with only the bare minimum of words.
Sebastian’s smile falls as thunder rolls in the distance and I feel the first drops of rain land on my bare shoulders.
“Thought I told you to get the fuck out,” I snarl at Sloth. I look over at Sebastian. “You too, motherfucker.”
Sebastian nods and turns to get dressed, his green eyes sparking with something akin to anger, which is unusual for him. Of all the things I know about Sebastian, anger isn’t one of them. He’s weird as fuck, overly-friendly to almost everyone, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him angry yet. My cell pings in my pocket, and I pull it out and read the message.
