Page 14 of Sweet Vengeance
“He’s mine.” Tiernan points to Dean. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business. We asked about Ollie.”
“I don’t have any information yet. He was just brought in a few minutes ago.” She turns to Dean. “But since you’re his brother, maybe I can get some information from you about him. He didn’t have an ID.”
Fuuuuuck. This could be an issue. I have no idea how much Dean knows about Ollie.
To my surprise, he rambles off January 3 as his date of birth, then gives his name as next of kin, and our address as Ollie’s. He makes up some bullshit about being estranged from their parents, and Tiernan pipes in that there’s no medical insurance, but he’ll be covering the bill. He might not be ready for us to jump into some kind of war over Ollie, but he’s going to take care of him the best he can for Dean.
Once she adds everything to the computer, she says, “I’ll let the doctor know you’re here.”
Tiernan bends over, hands on the desk. The security guard shifts, pushes off the wall, and Rory says, “I’ll be right back,” and walks over to him.
“Angelica,” Tiernan reads the name from her tag. “It’s very important that they know Dean is Ollie’s brother…and that we’re updated on his condition as family should be. It would…let’s just say,benefiteveryone involved.” Tiernan’s voice is cold, deadly, but calm too. That’s the scariest part about him sometimes. There’s a warning in his calmness that everyone hears.
“I…I, um…yes. I understand,” she stutters.
“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.” He straightens his button-up shirt. “We’ll be waiting.”
Rory rejoins us, having given the security guard a warning of his own, and we move toward the hallway, leaning against a wall instead of joining everyone else in the waiting room.
“Fuckin’ boyfriend?” Rory asks. “There something you’re not telling us?”
“I said the first thing that came to mind,” I admit.
Tiernan cocks a brow at me.
“He’s our pet,” I say, as if that’s a valid excuse for whatever the fuck is going on with me tonight.
Rory grins. “You want to fuck him.”
I shrug. “Maybe.” No reason to lie. I don’t know if I wantto or not, but I’m not against the idea.
“He’s not like that,” Dean snaps.
“If I decide I want to and he’s not into it, then I won’t do it. I won’t fucking force him, but I’m pretty sure he can make his own decisions.”
“Is he queer?” Rory asks.
“No idea.” Dean crosses his arms and almost looks ashamed that he doesn’t know. That must not have come up in his online searches.
“Can we stop talking about him like this?” I say. “It feels a little fucking gross right now. We don’t even know if he’s okay.”
“Hey. Come with me to get something out of the vending machine.” Rory takes my arm, and I let him pull me away, knowing I need a minute to decompress anyway.
“He’ll be fine, Cil. And we’ll take care of whoever hurt him. You know that. If for no other reason than you and Dean want to. Tiernan pretends he won’t do whatever the two of you want, but he will because he cares about you.”
I sigh, knowing he’s right. “You too.”
“I know.” He gets peanut M&M’s, cookies, and a soda from the machine. Rory loves sweets—any food really—and he can eat more than all of us put together yet never gains an ounce of fat. “He’s good,” Rory reiterates as if he knows something the rest of us don’t.
“I’m not into him. I don’t even know him. I’m just…intrigued. And I’ve been curious about being with a guy anyway.”
He pops some candy into his mouth. “He’s cute. Might as well. And man, it’s sex, ya know? I figure I’d be into anyone. I want a little of everything.”
I chuckle. “As you should.”
“Well, I hope you get to fuck our pet. Shit. That was rudeagain, wasn’t it? Since we don’t know what’s happening with him?”
“Thanks, Ror. You’re good.” I put my arm around his shoulders, the two of us making our way back to Tiernan and Dean.
