Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
COLE
R age still simmers in my blood at the image we walked into.
The very last thing I expected to see when I walked through the door was to see Harley sitting on the floor with Lana’s head bent over his crotch like she was sucking his dick.
I swear, I was moments away from killing him.
I’ve never felt anything like it, that anger. It completely took me over. Fuck seeing red; I saw blood. Harley’s blood.
And I was seconds away from spilling it until Lana pulled me back from the edge.
How she managed that, I have no idea. No one has ever been able to pull me back from the abyss so easily.
“Can we keep you?” I hear Noah’s voice say, and I tune back in to what’s happening around me.
Lana’s staring at my sister, Noah, and Logan in bewilderment, while Harley continues his dramatics, slouched against the wall.
“ You were helping him study?” I ask Lana with a raised brow.
From everything I know about Lana—which admittedly, isn’t much—she doesn’t seem like the type to do something out of the goodness of her heart, which means he’s giving her something in return.
The question is, what has he promised my little menace?
And why does the idea of her going to him for something piss me off so much?
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, Cole. I was helping him study, and now I’m done. Can I leave now?”
“But you need to teach us that thing you just did with Cole… I have never seen my brother listen to someone they way he did with you,” my sister says, and I have the sudden urge to bang my head against the wall.
“Aww,” Lana says, batting her eyelashes in an attempt to come across as… cute? Who knows, this girl can only pull off one demeanor, and it’s sociopathic. “They want to adopt me, Cole.”
“Out,” I mutter. “Seriously. Get out before they try and get you to move in.”
She cackles before sending a smirk in my direction. She sends a finger wave towards the rest of the assholes I call my family and waltzes out the door, leaving us all to stare after her. Once she’s gone and out of hearing range, they all turn on me.
Wonderful.
“Brother,” my sister says with a maniacal glint in her eyes. “Me and you need to talk, don’t ya think?”
Kill. Me. Now.
“ S tart talking,” Gracie demands as soon as my bedroom door closes behind us and the muted hoots and hollers of my friends calm down. They were delighted that my sister was giving me a ‘talking to,’ as she put it when she shoved me in here.
Assholes.
“What’s there to talk about?” I ask, feigning ignorance.
Gracie climbs on my bed, sitting with her back to the headboard, and I internally cringe at the thought of the last time I had a girl in here… when Lana made me come from slicing into my dick. Jesus Christ, this is awkward.
“Sit,” she says, patting the bed in front of her, and I sit down before lying back, my legs hanging off the end of the bed and my arms crossed under my head. I turn my head to face her, and she raises a brow in question.
I sigh. “There’s nothing to tell, G. We argue a lot. I can’t stand her existence. That’s pretty much it.”
She snorts a laugh. “God, Cole. You’re a terrible liar.”
“I’m not lying,” I say, slightly offended. I never lie to my sister. Ever.
She rolls her eyes again, giving me a derisive look. “Oh, brother of mine. I’m sure you do argue, and I’m sure that ninety percent of the time you can’t stand her… but what about the other ten percent.”
Easy. The other ten percent, I want to fuck her into oblivion. Carve my name into her soul and have her screaming my name, though I don’t think my baby sister needs to know that.
“The rest of the time…” I trail off, sighing and scrubbing a hand over my face.
Gracie gasps dramatically, clutching a hand to her chest. “You like her,” she sing songs, and I open my mouth to refute it, only…
Wait, do I like her?
Of course not, she’s the bane of my existence. Though, I did like sliding inside her tight cunt… and I enjoy the push and pull between us, but I don’t like her, do I?
Just the thought alone is absurd.
I huff. “I don’t fucking know, Gracie. All I know is that I like pushing all her buttons, and she likes pushing mine.”
“And when you thought she was sucking Harley’s dick just now? Even though it was obvious to the rest of us that they were just looking at something on his laptop?” she asks with a nod towards the living room.
A growl rises from my chest so quickly that I can’t even stop it, and my sister laughs softly.
“Aww, my big brother’s in love.”
I don’t hide my cringe. In love? Fuck no. Absolutely not. Never.
“I don’t do love, little sis. A good, hard fuck? Yeah. Love? No chance.”
She balks at my words, her face paling.
“Andddd we’re done here,” she mutters and scoots off the bed. “Let me know when you finally come to your senses.”
Yeah… that ain’t ever gonna happen.