Page 11 of Brother In Arms

“That chick I told you about, the one at The Spot?”

“You got her pregnant.”

“What? Fuck no! All though, this could be arguably worse,” I said and Nox blinked and leaned back in his seat.

“No!”

“Yeah, none other than my new fuckin’ boss and our president’s niece.”

“Oh, dude… I’m tellin’ you right now, it’d probably be a good idea if you told on yourself before shit gets real.”

“You kiddin’ me? Dragon might be chill about it but Dray’d probably try to beat my ass. Seems like he and Bailey might’ve been tight when they were kids.” Nox was looking at me and the look on his face, I had to ask… “What the fuck is that look for?”

“I think, right now, I feel a little like you probably did when Maren and I first started seeing each other.” He dropped back in his chair, his back thumping hard against the smooth wood. I blinked and started laughing and couldn’t seem to stop. I laughed and laughed while my twin turned bright red and told me to shut up.

“Sucks a little, doesn’t it?” I asked, wiping at the corners of my eyes.

“A little.”

“Yeah, but here’s the thing, she doesn’t seem terribly eager to let the cat out of the bag, brother.”

“I still say you should tell on yourself before either the P or VP find out on their own.”

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do yet, except take my happy ass to work and do my job.”

“Which is?”

“Knowing little miss rich bitch, probably mucking out stalls and general labor. I’m cool with that, though.”

“I’ll just bet you are. Ranch life always did suit you best.”

“Yeah, here’s to no more dumbass mistakes.”

“Wasn’t a mistake, Rush. You did what any man in his right mind would do. You just had the deck stacked against you from the get go with people and their preconceived fucking notions.”

“Yeah, that.” I sighed, and polished off my second beer. Nox handed me his unopened second and finished off his first.

“I’ve gotta get back to the house, pick up Sage from school, you know, the usual.”

“Yeah, you know I’m happy you got your family, unconventional as it is.”

“You know me, man. I march to the beat of my own drum.”

“Yeah, you do,” I agreed.

My twin got up and patted me on the shoulder, heading down the grassy berm back toward the club. I sat in the Kentucky sunshine and finished my beer before I took my ass inside to shower and go to bed. I had to be up fuckin’ early if I was going to show this bitch up. Only thing I hated more than a cheating gold digger was an uppity rich bitch.

I sort of wanted to punch her ticket with the little mind games. I don’t think she realized the hot seat she’d put my ass in by not being up front about who she was that night. Thing was, I may not have known who she was, but she damn sure knew what I was. Now I was gonna show her who.

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