I didn’t give a shit who saw us. Hell, even if Ma witnessed it. I just had to knock some sense into my dumbass brother.
As we rolled around in the grass, Ma’s flowerbeds, and driveway, tearing at clothing, elbows and punches flying, Reed muttered. “Are you going to do something or just let them kill each other?”
“They’re not going to kill each other,” I heard Nix chuckle.
“What thehellis going on?” I heard Harper squeal from the porch into the house.
“Get back in the house, Harper,” Phoenix boomed.
“Do something!” she yelled.
“For God's sake, woman. Do as I tell you!”
She must have listened to him, as I heard the front door slam.
After cuffing Micah on the side of the head, he became dazed, and I shifted my weight from foot to foot, maintaining my boxing stance. I hit him twice in the face in quick succession. He then punched me back, hard.
One eye felt twice its normal size, and I knew my mouth was bleeding.
I smirked as Micah jumped to his feet and came at me again, his chest heaving. I allowed him to get another one in, feeding off the pain before I round-housed the fucker. He stumbled but didn’t go down.
“You hit like a bitch,” I spat as I squared up to him again, dodging his fists.
“Bite me, white boy!” Micah volleyed back.
“Phoenix?” Reed prompted.
His voice broke us apart, and we started circling each other. Blood was streaming down Micah’s nose.
“Why am I always the one who has to clean shit up?” Nix grunted from the sidelines. He was usually used as a human shield during brother-to-brother conflicts that he wasn’t directly involved in.
“Because you’re one huge cornfed motherfucker,” Reed pointed out dryly, putting himself between me and Micah, his hands up. During fights where Phoenixwasinvolved, it was over quickly.
“Hudson!” Reed yelled, grabbing my full attention. He had his boys back as he tried to square up to me. He didn’t need to do that. I’d made my point. It was over.
My brother had a nasty cut over his eyebrow that was already starting to clot, and I felt a wave of regret. I dropped my fists, signalling that we were done.
“Thank fuck,” Micah huffed, dropping back on his ass. “You’re one crazy bitch. Now, can you tell me what I’m supposed to have done?”
That metallic taste in my mouth turned my stomach, and I spat on the driveway, leaving a mixture of saliva and blood.
“Cute,” Nix snorted. “Ma will probably make you lick that off.”
“You know what you’ve done, Micah. I saw you buying again from Creed.”
“I haven’t bought shit. It’s not what you think.” Guilt and shame still rippled across his features.
Backing up a step, I leaned over and attempted to pull more oxygen into my lungs. I was getting too old for this shit. Resting my hands on each thigh, I reined in the beast.
I could hear Reed helping Micah to his feet. We were both covered in a mixture of dirt and blood.
“That’s it? It’s official. You are afuckingpsycho,” Micah choked out and I straightened with a glare, his face was now all colors of the rainbow. “You can’t solve everything with your fists, man.”
“Nope. But it makes me feel so much better. And don’t lie to me,” I bit back, cracking my neck from side to side. My knuckles burned like hell.
“I met with Creed to give him part of the money I owe. This is my favourite jersey too, and it’s ruined now.”
“Stop whining like a bitch and stick to the point.”
