Page 26 of Crown Jewels
I rolled my eyes. “Alright, calm down.”
“I’m sorry, but you and Vahn. How ridiculous would that be?”
It wouldn’t be that ridiculous. “I could get Vahn if I wanted to.”
“Sure,” he snorted as if there was no way that could ever happen.
Mitch continued laughing as if this was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Vahn chose that moment to walk in the door. What was with his timing? I was starting to think he had a camera hidden somewhere in here.
He took one look at my brother and cocked a brow. “What’s so funny?”
“You and Emma.” Mitch sputtered out between chuckles. “How fucking wrong is that?”
Vahn’s navy eyes locked on me. “Not as wrong as you think.”
What the hell was he doing?
Mitch immediately stopped laughing and glared at Vahn like he was the enemy. “Are you saying, you wanna fuck my sister?”
“Of course he’s not.” I sang, trying to defuse the situation.
To which Vahn swung his stare over to my brother and said, “What if I do?”
“Well,” Mitch pushed his chair back and stood up. “I’d have to kill you.”
I didn’t know what Vahn was thinking, but I did know he had no interest in me in that way. So, this must be some twisted joke. He did have a sick sense of humor. This wasn’t funny.
“Ha ha, Vahn,” I murmured attempting to pass it off as a joke. “Very funny.”
“I don’t see what’s so funny about it.” He shrugged. “Think about it Mitch, would you rather she fuck some tool you hate, or your best friend?”
I’d never seen Mitch look as pissed as he did when he marched across the room to puff his chest up against Vahn. “What are you trying to say?”
My heart was pounding out of my chest, and I could barely breathe, let alone comprehend what was happening. If I didn’t stop this then my brother might very well end up in jail for murder.
As I opened my mouth to interject, Vahn choked out a laugh.
“I’m just fucking with you man.” He slapped his hand on Mitch’s shoulder. “Me fuck Emma, come on. Look at her.”
My jaw fell open.
Are you fucking kidding me? I was getting ready to stop world war three and he was fucking with us. That shit was not funny. My brother disagreed. He thought it was hysterical. So hysterical that he bent over in amusement.
“Oh man,” he sang while clutching his belly. “You got me. That was good.”
They could both fuck right off.
Vahn looked over at me, and popped his bottom lip out in a condescending frown. “Awe Em, did you think I wanted you to be my girlfriend?”
That question caused my brother to laugh harder.
“You know what Vahn,” I lifted my hand and pointed at him. “You better sleep with one eye open.”
“You seem frustrated Parakeet. Is something wrong.”
This son of a bitch. He knew exactly what was wrong. He also knew I wouldn’t say anything in front of my brother.
“Maybe you should take a bath.” Vahn suggested while the corner of his mouth curled up in the slightest of smirks, that I was pretty sure was meant just for me.
