“Jesus, Dom, I’mtoo old for this shit,” Igasped, spitting blood out at my feet. My vision blurred as blood dripped into it from acut above my eye.
“You’re too old for my sister too, but that don’tseem to bother you,” Dom snapped back. He shoved me in the side again and Ibatted his hand away before shoving him back once more. “You need to stay away from her, Gauge. I’mnot messing around.”
“Fuck off,” Igrowled, pissed off that Iwas going to need yet more stitches. Iwas sick of stitches. Sick of being fixed up. Sick of being glued back together again.
“I’mserious,” he said.
“So the fuck am I.” Ispat out another mouthful of blood.
“You’re both assholes,” Jolie said from behind.
“Not now, Jolie!” Dom and Isaid in unison.
“Fuck off!” Dom yelled at me.
“You fuck off!” Isnapped back.
Jolie came to stand in front of us both, and goddamn, she looked hot as fuck standing there. Her expression was full of fury, tits pushed up, dark lined eyes narrowed at us both.
“You two need to calm down and stop acting like this decision has anything to do with either of you!” she glowered.
Ipointed to myself. “Imean, it has alittle to do with me.”
“Oh fuck off, it has nothing to do with you, Gauge. Ichose to sleep with you. Idecided that Iwanted you. And when Idon’twant you anymore I’ll kick you to the curb. And that’smydecision, not yours.” She put her hands on her hips and dared me to argue with her.
My dick twitched at the sight of her, because goddamn, she was hot as hell right then. Imean, Iwas definitely going to punish her for talking to me like that later, but for the time being it was just hot. And that was okay by me.
Dom chuckled sardonically next to me. “You going to let her talk to you like that?”
Iglanced across. “I’mnot arguing with her. She has amean right hook.”
He snorted on adry laugh. “Ain’tthat the truth. Iwant you to stay away from her, Gauge.”
“Can’tdo that,” Ireplied. Ilooked back up to Jolie, who was staring open-mouthed at her brother.
“Do you hear yourself, Dom? You do realize that you’re the biggest hypocrite ever, right?” she snapped, her cheeks going red.
“How d’you figure that?” he replied, rubbing ahand across his jaw.
“You never said anything when you thought Iwas sleeping with half of Georgia. In fact, Ido believe you told my friends to ‘have at it’ when you caught us all drinking Mom’sliquor and you thought Iwas sleeping with them all.” She folded her arms across her chest and glared down at him. “But now that I’mfucking your friend it’sano go? Now that I’mwith someone who actually gives ashit about me, you think you get to decide who canhave at itor not? Fuck you, you fucking fucker!” Her voice rose the angrier she got, but all Dom could do was stare up at her.
Istood up and he tore his gaze from her to look at me. “We’re not done,” he said, and Ishook my head at him and stepped closer to Jolie.
“Yeah, we are. This thing with me and her might last aday or it might last aweek—who the fuck knows, Dom. But one thing Ido know is that I’mnot the asshole here.” Ithrew my arm over her shoulder. “Imay have made some shitty decisions, but Iwouldn'tever have told someone tohave at itwith my little sister. That shit is way more fucked up than her being with me, and if you can’tsee that then Isuggest you take along hard look at yourself.”
Jolie and Iwalked away, headed back to the party in Shooter’sbackyard. Iwasn’tsure what was going to happen, but Iknew that Ihad meant every word I’dsaid. Ididn’tknow if what Jolie and Ihad was big or small, if it would go anywhere or if Ieven wanted it to. All Icared about was the here and now. And here and now, all Icared about was drinking abeer with my friends and then taking my woman to bed.
