Page 84 of Craved By Lust

“I think I’m getting sick,” I groan.

“Well no fucking shit.”

“Shhhh,” I groan, head banging. “You’re too loud,” I mutter shivering.

“Dude, what the hell is going on with you?” Pierce stands, going to the windows, drawing the curtains, and it help my throbbing migraine.

“I don’t know, but when I woke up, I felt like shit,” I murmur.

“What exactly are you feeling?” I hear him shuffle.

“My fucking skull feels like it’s going to split open. My fucking shoulders hurt and my ass bone feels like I’ve fallen and busted my ass several times over. No, fuck that, my entire body feels like it’s being ripped to fucking shreds. It’s torturous. Plus, I have a fever! Me?! A fucking fever!” I utter with disgust, trying to find comfort, but no matter how I sit in this chair, my back and shoulders ache as if burning and my fucking tail bone sends needling pain up my spine.

“I think that’s what some might call the flu, maybe? It’s hard to tell since neither of us have been sick a day in our lives. But someof the symptoms you exhibit seem out of the ordinary. Maybe you should go home for the day. You’re already done with your one class anyway,” he states and I shake my head.

“I’m thinking about it, but I need to make sure baby is good first.”

“She’s a big girl and can handle herself. You don’t need to coddle her,” he snorts and I raise my hand, throwing him a glare.

“Coddling? What the fuck are you even talking about? That’s my fucking baby, man. I’m going to coddle the fuck out of that one,” I cock my head at him and he sighs.

“You’re going to spoil her.”

“Yeah… and?” I shake my head, not understanding where he’s going with this bullshit conversation.

“For God’s sake isn’t she in her twenties? You shouldn’t be treating her like a child,” he frowns and I smile, always happy to talk about Jessica.

“She’ll be twenty soon.”

“I stand corrected, sheisa baby,” he scoffs and I glower at him, annoyed.

“It’s not like I’m that much older than her,” I mutter. “I’ve barely turned twenty-three and well… you are rather old,” I chuckle. “I can understand your reservation,” I goad, and his lip curls in distaste, but fuck him and his distaste. He shouldn’t have spoken on my baby in the first place.

“Regardless, you go home. The rest of us will look out for her,” he reassures me, but I shake my head, hating the idea of others taking care of her.I want to be the only one who looks after her.

“She’smygirl. I need to be the one who takes care of her,” I grit my teeth and he sits back, raising a brow.

“Whoa… you’re really into this girl, huh?” He crosses his arms and I narrow my eyes at my brother, who looks like me but with longer hair and a larger build.

“Into is an understatement. She’s my fucking world. We’re locked in for eternity,” I tell him without hesitation.

“This is a change. To think you, of all people, would be ready to settle down before the rest of us,” he cocks a brow and I can tell by simply peeking from under my arm he hates it.

“It’s a shock to me as well, but Jessica is worth a billion of the bitches who are willing to suck and fuck my dick. No…morethan that. She is priceless, so there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go just to play around with hoes worth a fraction of a penny.”

“That’s mature of you,” Pierce smirks, and I shrug.

“Fuck being mature. I’m being honest. I’d set the entire world on fire with my family in it for her,” I let him know, pulling my arms from my eyes and he throws his head back in laughter.

“How unfitting of a Metchie. Have you no pride?” he growls and I stand, shrugging.

“Fuck pride when it comes to her. It might as well not even exist,” I throw at him and go to walk off, but I trip over my feet, nearly falling flat on my face but I bump into something.

“Crap!” Even though I know it’s a woman, an immediate revulsion… well, not revulsion but something makes me want to leap back, but I don’t get the chance because I feel Pierce place his hand on my shoulder and squeeze hard as fuck.

I want to wince, though that’s not normal. Even though my brother is strong, it’s nothing I can’t handle. We Metchies fight all the fucking time. I’m talking hard punches to the face, guns blazing, bats, knives, and axes swinging. Nothing is off limits to us. We were known as the little devils in our neighborhood. That’s how much of a menace we are to each other and others around us. A hand being slammed down on the fucking shoulder should be nothing to me, but today, he might as well have stabbed me in the fucking back from the pain that shoots through me.

I shrug him off, holding back the groan as I stand, and I’ve never seen my brother move so quickly to help someone.

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