Page 73 of Soulless Deeds

Not long after I flopped down in the vacant centre, three figures swaggered from the shadows, sliding in beside me. I was flanked on either side by none other than Tanner and Psycho, a lanky blonde teen sidelining the latter, teal eyes assessing, intensely cataloguing.Who the fuck is this guy? Emerson’s boyfriend?

Tanner settled back, one foot rising to balance on his knee. “You could have just ordered them out. You do own the place.”

I shrugged, taking another toke from the cylinder, barely processing the burn of potent gas down my throat. “The leaders of this world aren’t used to taking orders, they’re used to giving them. There's only one currency they understand, and lucky for you, I happen to speak fluent rich cunt lingo.”

Psycho snickered and swiped the tube from my hand before inhaling deeply. I was about to fight for it back when my gaze caught on a flash of auburn hair in the centre of the dancing masses. A fucking beacon that couldn’t be missed from our position.

Spencer danced with her sisters, teeth gleaming, expression lively, demeanour open. I’d never seen her like that on my own, around my presence. She looked so…happy.That realisation gutted me deeper, another direct hit to my fucking sanity.

All I could think about was her. That mind, her aura, those lips.

Fuck this.

I threw back three shots of some random concoction. I didn’t know what they were, but it didn’t matter at that point. I neededanything that would purge those thoughts and lost fantasies from my skull.

Psycho gave my shoulder a heavy pat, alerting me to my close audience once more. “Want to talk about it, buddy?”

“Fuck. Off,”I seethed, teeth grinding together as I poured another drink.

“If you don’t want to lose her, you have to communicate.” I didn’t recognise the voice until I realised it was coming from the unassuming blonde sitting next to Psycho, his all-omniscient gaze staring straight through me.

“Who are you again?” I asked carefully, on the brink of losing my absolute shit.

“This is Ace, my baby brother,” Psycho said, beaming proudly. They looked nothing alike.

“What about him?” I asked, tipping my head to Tanner.

“That there is my grandfather. Cranky, stoic, a shrivelled up dick.” Psycho and Ace broke into laughter as Tanner flipped them off. I even managed to crack a smile.

“What do you say, Pretty Boy?” Psycho continued. “When’s the last time you went for a ride with a girl…or boy, if that’s what you’re into? I don’t know how you’ve been with those sisters for so long and not developed feelings for at least one of them. They’re all so different.”

My drink went down the wrong hole, causing me to cough. “I thought you’re their brother?”

What the fuck?

Psycho snickered. “They’re not technically related, dipshit. Their fathers are adoptive brothers.”

Tanner huffed. “I’m gonna have to sit Micah down.”

“For what?” Psycho asked, unperturbed with Tanner’s icy tone.

“Cause you don’t know how to keep that big fucking mouth from talking shit.”

As they bickered, my mind wondered.Did he ever have a relationship with Spencer? Were there ever feelings between them? Were they ever together?

Great.Now, I had to placate my spiralling thoughts before I lost my mind ruminating on their past. “Did you ever have something with any of them?”That sounded nonchalant, right? Right!?

“Chase—" Tanner cut himself off, shaking his head. “They’re my sisters.” The words were true and final. I was missing something as a flash of heartbreak fluttered over his expression, but I was an unreliable resource to evaluate an emotion that severe, so I let it pass.

We all checked on the girls in question, still swaying to the vibrating base, barricading themselves against the frothing spectators venturing close. I took advantage of the distraction and swiped back the tube from Psycho.

Upon an exhale of thick white smoke, I tried to taunt the beast. “How about you worry about yourself, Psycho?”

“No need to worry about me, boys. I’m in love.”

Tanner scoffed. “We know. It’s fucking sickening.”

“Don’t talk about Doc like that!” Ace piped from the corner, aggression lacing his words, his demeanour catching us unawares for a lanky pipsqueak.

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