Chapter Nine
The Rez
Late At Night
Still Friday
When they pulled up to his brother’s home, Ethan stared at the cabin, and the lights were on inside. His brother was most definitely home, and he hoped he was doing the right thing instead of making a huge mistake.
Every ounce of him told him to run from this mess and leave it alone.
Only, Gene was right.
At some point, he had to grow the fuck up, man up, and stop running from his problems. At some point, he had to face them down and take care of them when they started.
Not when they were already a hot mess.
He wasn’t sure if he and Callen could fix what they had, or if it was best to just go home and let it play out, but at some point, he needed to work through this trauma.
Because Gene was right.
That was what it was.
Deep down, he wanted to make sure he fixed himself, so that he didn’t lose the best thing in his life.
Gene.
“Want me to come in with you?” Gene asked.
Ethan nodded.
“Yes, can you? If I can look over at you, I’ll know if I’m fucking this up or not. Just help me get through it. I need some support. If you’re wrong…”
He stopped him.
“I’m not wrong. That man in there is your brother. I wish I could heal the rift between mine, but I can’t. He doesn’t give a shit if you’re sleeping with a man. He’s fighting to save you.”
Ethan sighed.
“Okay. I have this.”
Getting out, they walked up the path, and that’s when Ethan saw it.
A bicycle.
Immediately, his heart sank, and he freaked the fuck out.
“Oh, fuck no,” he said, running the rest of the way to the door, hoping and praying he was wrong.
Only, he knew he wouldn’t be.
There was a disease lurking around the cabin, and it wanted a victim.
Callen.
As his man took off, Gene stared, not sure what was going on, but he followed. Much to his horror, he saw Ethan basically break into his brother’s house.
What?
Was?
This?
Chasing after him, Gene didn’t catch him but instead got a front row seat to the melee.
Oh, and it was definitely that.
Inside, Ethan stormed toward the bedroom and flung the door open. Inside, he found exactly what he thought he was going to find.
A naked whore getting ready to trap his brother.
Oh.
Fuck.
No.
“Over my goddamn dead body,” he said, grabbing the mostly naked Native woman by the hair.
Blackhawk pulled her off of his brother, and not gently, either. This was absolutely not happening on his watch.
As she was pulled from his body, Kaya screeched in shock. It was clear she wasn’t ready for it.
Beneath her, Ethan saw the result of their earlier fight, because Callen was mostly drunk and disorderly.
“You’re fucking out of your mind,” he said to Kaya, as he pulled her from the room by her hair.
Outside the room, Gene…
He stared in horror.
Was his man dragging a woman out of his brother’s room by the hair to toss her out into the snow?
That was exactly what he was doing. He watched as Ethan tried to shove the mostly naked woman out the door.
“Don’t bring your skanky ass back here,” Ethan said as the woman fought like a wildcat. “You know you’re not welcome near any of us!”
She swiped for his face with her nails, just missing his cheek.
“Get your hands off of me!” she shouted.
Yeah.
No.
Ethan threw her out and didn’t give a flying fuck what she wanted. This was a no fuck zone for her, and if Timothy got wind of this, he’d be making all of their lives a living hell.
Callen for going there.
Ethan for not stopping it.
And Kaya for being a conniving whore.
“EJ!” Gene said as his man slammed the door on the barely clad woman, locking her out into the cold night. “What are you doing?”
He pointed.
“That walking STD is Kaya Cheek!” he stated. “She’s only around to make more problems!”
Gene’s eyes went huge.
Oh, holy shit.
That couldn’t be good.
“She’s not wearing a lot of clothes,” he stated.
Honestly, Ethan didn’t give a fuck.
“Then she’d better pedal like her goddamn life depended on it and pray I don’t run her down with the rental!”
Oh, Jesus.
Someone was pissed.
Truthfully, Gene wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. All he knew was a Fed had just assaulted a woman, and this could be problematic.
Well, assault was a stretch.
Right?
“Don’t lose it,” Gene said, somehow believing that was EXACTLY what was going to happen.
Ethan wasn’t exactly calm in certain situations, and he’d just walked in on his brother and Kaya Cheek.
Round two.
Oh, well, he had news for his lover.
Ethan was already losing it. When he saw the bicycle there, he knew how that skank got around.
Literally.
“I’ve got to handle this,” he said, heading back toward his brother’s room.
Well, this wasn’t going to go well.
In bed, Callen was heavily drunk. There was an empty bottle of Jack on the floor, and someone had likely been force-fed it.
He knew Kaya, and her only goal in life was to trap one of them.
If it couldn’t be him, it would be Callen.
If it couldn’t be Callen, it would be Wyler.
She’d try to fuck Timothy if she wasn’t batshit insane scared of the Shaman, and how he could get her kicked off of the reservation.
Why wasn’t he shocked?
Since he wasn’t letting a woman into his lap, his brother was going to be the target.
Not on his watch.
He and Callen had been to this dance before, and it caused a plentitude of issues. There was NO WAY he was letting that skank get her claws in him.
“EJ,” Callen slurred.
Gene followed his man and stood in the doorway. Callen’s pants were off, as was his shirt, and his dick was wet.
“What are y-y-you doing here?” Callen asked, his head rolling back and forth from being shitfaced drunk.
Ethan took in the scene.
Someone needed to puke.
ASAP.
Oh, and for once, it wasn’t him.
That was a nice change of pace, and he would have been amused if this wasn’t a dangerous game Callen was playing with his sperm and his life.
Seeing his brother like this didn’t make him happy. The idea that Kaya would prey on him, and ruin his life…
Well, that had to end.
Here.
And.
Now.
There was no doubt she would have let him die of alcohol poisoning just to get his sperm. She was foul like that.
They might be in a bad place, but Ethan wanted more for Callen than that piece of trash. She’d suck his soul out and destroy him. She’d get a kid by him, and make sure Callen paid for the rest of his life—as short as it would be.
He had a few regrets in his life, and one was that Ethan had ever tangled with this harpy. Because he opened the door, she did maximum damage to their family.
There were women that men looked for to just bang.
Then, there were women men sought out to marry.
Oh, and Kaya was the first one.
She was the literal meaning of cum dumpster.
PERIOD.
“What the hell are you doing, CJ?” Ethan asked his brother in frustration. “You know she’s a walking nightmare!”
Callen began crying.
“Letter. I’m sorry. I don’t hate you. Just let me die.”
Well, shit.
Why wasn’t he shocked that his brother read the letter he told him to toss?
Well, that explained his role in this.
No shock there.
“Why was she here?” he asked, picking up the woman’s things, and then tearing them into pieces. Then, he handed them to Gene.
“Toss these out there to that skank so she can string them together to make a noose for herself!”
Gene didn’t know whether to laugh or worry about everyone’s sanity. Granted, he was the one on pain meds, and this whole thing…
It was wild.
Like ‘As the Rez Turns’ wild.
“Uh, okay,” he said, doing just that. The banging on the door had subsided, and he hoped the woman had enough sense to ride her ass home.
Quickly.
When he was gone, Ethan pointed at Callen.
“I’m going to get you into the shower and get some booze out of you. She got you beyond drunk so she could get knocked up.”
This pissed him off.
That was why Ethan wasn’t worried about her calling the police on him.
What she did…
That was…assault.
There wasn’t a deputy on this shithole reservation that wouldn’t side with Callen. They all know Kaya was a walking man trap.
Ethan was just grateful he got back here. Yeah, he knew why Callen and Timothy wanted him out of here.
This.
Getting onto the bed with his brother, he helped him sit up. As he did, Callen was struggling. Had he not shown up, there was no doubt Kaya would have fucked and run, leaving Callen to aspirate on his own vomit or die of alcohol poisoning.
“We have to make you puke.”
Callen was crying.
“Just let me die,” he whispered.
Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
He was not burying his brother here, so he could drop his remains next to Catherine.
That would kill him.
Instead of saying anything, he hefted him up, and he carried his brother to the bathroom. It was a small room, and a tight fit, but he got him onto the floor. That’s when he knew Callen wasn’t going to enjoy this.
“Sorry, Bro, but the booze has to go.”
Then, Ethan shoved his fingers down this brother’s throat to make him gag.
Oh, and it worked.
Callen started puking.
It was a bottomless pit of vomit as he kept purging up all of the Jack.
Yeah, he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t be around Jack without dire consequences.
It was hereditary.
As Callen puked, Ethan hit the water to turn it on. Someone needed to sober up, and fast.
Pulling his hair tie from his hair, he carefully tied up Callen’s so he didn’t get vomit in it. Then, he began pulling off his things and tossing them out of the way.
It looked like they were taking a shower together. Thankfully, Callen wouldn’t remember this.
He hoped.
When his brother was done puking, Ethan pulled him up and shoved him into the shower. Then, he got in with him, pinning him to the wall.
“Bro, you know better,” Ethan said. “She could have killed you with all that booze. You know she’s gunning for anyone with our DNA and will stop at nothing. She’d give her left tit to get a child from one of us.”
Callen was miserable.
“You wanted something with me, and I told you to leave,” he whispered.