I have to get to Austin before Drew sinks his fangs in his neck. Before he injects him with whatever venom he’s been carrying since the day we were born. A compulsion to ruin any gem of happiness I try to hold close to my heart.
Austin doesn’t deserve this, to be trapped with my twin menace. A bastard so miserable and cocky, he’s determined to make me the same. For us to grow old and suffer together, side by fricking side. Throwing dirty socks at each other across our balconies.
Not on my watch. Fucktwat.
My gut wrenches with an anger I’ve never felt before, impossibly betrayed and ruthlessly starving for payback.
I’ll show my dipshit brother that he’s not the only that can launch a sneak attack.
But fuck, I can’t forget about practice, I know Coach will already be pissed with the days that we’ve missed. Anymore, he might boot us from the team.
Not the biggest concern for me personally, I have enough cash to retire in the Bahamas and never worry about coin ever again. Austin, however, is just starting his career. If he gets cut from the roster it would be devastating to his career and break my heart in the process.
This allhisfault. If my brother just kept his nose out of my life, I wouldn’t be racing down this highway, thirty miles over the speed limit. My knuckles are ready to smash his teeth crooked.
Just you wait Drew, the nice brother you’ve known, is a ghost of the past.
Chapter 16
Drew
Atlast,sweetLoverBoy is mine and how delicious he is. Warm and plush, a lad of pristine quality to say the least. After he submitted to me in the tent, he hopped right in the Rover the morning after, a cheeky smile and all.
I glance over to him in the passenger seat, his chest rising with delicate breaths as he dozes. Gently shifting his neck from time to time, small gasps occasionally exiting his puckers.
I’m sure he’s tuckered out—spent after a good fuck. And lord was he phenomenal, engulfing my prick with a vengeance. Mouth and arse used to their full capabilities. I had no idea that Charlie was keeping such a prize under lock and key.
The Range Rover enters the parking garage and I shift it into park.
“Hey there sleepyhead,” I slightly shake him awake, taking a moment to appreciate his fluttering lips as the breaths ease in and out.
He blinks slowly, eyes embracing the world after a slumber. “What time is it?”
“It’s the afternoon, baby.”
Austin’s cheeks flush with warmth. “Oh really? I can’t miss anymore practice. Coach might get another ulcer.”
I trace my fingers down his jawline. “Don’t you worry, I’ll call him for you today. Explain everything. Tomorrow I’ll drive you to practice.”
“Thank you so much, my head is just shooting blanks right now.”
“Of course. I would doanythingfor my boy.” My lips land a peck on his left cheek, kissing the scarlet hue. “Now let’s get you upstairs for some proper rest.”
We stumble into my flat, everything is just how I left it. Vodka on my altar, blue razz vape waiting to intoxicate my lungs for a nice buzz, and clean sheets for us to ruin.
“Make yourself at home.”
He better realize that he’s never leaving my side. I’ll escort him to practice and he’ll come to the rink. Or lock him up in the bedroom. Those chestnut eyes are too fragile to wander of on their own. Last time that happened, he was nearly ransacked by a pack of canines.
Never again, Lover Boy.
You are now at the leisure of your King. Safe and under the protection of a man afraid of nothing. Even my pussy brother, such a pathetic wanker.
I chuckle to myself imagining him huffing and puffing his chest, thinking he’s the big bad wolf—attempting to blow over my whole apartment building. A terribly sad endeavour to win Austin back.
He better learn something real hastily, Austin’s mine and will never return to his golden arms. When you let the darkness in, the sunshine can’t infiltrate. Even if it's the bloody summer solstice.
“So this is your dungeon huh?” Austin asks, his eyes hovering over the marble floors. “Thought it would be…”
