Page 10 of Bred Hard

“Speak for yourself, burnt face,” Ryker said as he sauntered over to my mother and took the drink from her manicured hands.

Fucking asshole.

He sensed the annoyance steaming off me and offered a smile so big it probably cramped his pierced cheeks. There was nothing joyful about it, though. If unhinged and sociopath needed a poster child for the words, it would be Ryker Lawson. No doubt. He pressed his lips to the glass and took a large gulp.

“Is it good?” I asked, willing myself not to punch the fucker in the face.

He closed his eyes, and let that horrid serial killer smirk crawlacross his lips. “Sensational.”

“I hope you choke like a bitch with a cock down her throat.”

I swallowed down the rest of my words, although my throat was inflamed with the need to continue to trash talk the wasteful piece of flesh standing in front of me.

With every ounce of unmitigated gall in his body, he slid over to me, his face inches from mine. “I haven’t been fucked in the ass yet, so I’m not a bitch.” He eased in, his breath hot on my neck. “How’d it feel to get that puckered hole stretched out?”

Silas swiftly restrained me in a tight chokehold, preventing me from carrying out any lethal actions because he knew I wanted to fucking kill him. Meanwhile, Ryker calmly consumed the remaining contents of his drink before casually releasing the glass, allowing it to fall and shatter into countless fragments upon the pavement.

“Let’s go. We have money to make,” Ryker called to Warren as he headed toward the door.

Warren fist-bumped Silas and gave me a nod before catching up with Ryker. I turned my attention back to my shit-keeping-secrets brother and eyed him with a raised brow.

“What?” said he asked, grabbing his shirt. “You know the Lawsons know everything. Plus, you said you didn’t go all the way so…”

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t feel like rehashing the details of last year’s summer mishap in New York that ended with me shit-faced on a bed with my ass in the air and some naked guy towering over me. It was a mistake, a mishap in my sexual judgment. I only craved pussy, Tabitha’s pussy, to be exact. Silas had words on his tongue, but the buzzing of my phone cut them short.

FATHER

Meet me at Sage and Saffron for a quick business meeting.

Bring Silas.

SAWYERK.

As the midday sun bathed the city streets in warmth, Silas and I reluctantly stepped through the entrance of the pretentious restaurant. The air inside reeked of opulence and privilege, a stark reminder of the pony show we both despised. I exchanged a wary glance with Silas, silently acknowledging our shared disdain for this elaborate façade. It was fucking lunch time and our father had the nerve to eat at one of the most luxurious eateries. They didn’t even serve lunch, but that was no surprise to us. Our father made it his life's goal to impress anyone, by any means necessary. I navigated the extravagant dining area, my steps echoing with reluctant determination. Little did we know our shit sister would join us. Our presence caught her eye, and she offered a tart smile in our direction. I wanted to shove my cock so far down her throat. It literally pained me.

“Sons. Over here,” our father called out.

We both stretched our necks from side to side and pulled on the collars of our dress shirts. Ignoring our sister, we sat across from one another, with Tabitha on Silas’s side. Our father and the mystery man chatted as they sipped their brandy, and Tabitha had the unmitigated gall to look like she had enough brain cells to even comprehend the damn conversation.Fucking whore.

I waved away the server as he approached with bread and oil. Silas mirrored my actions. We weren’t here to eat and chitchat. Father invited us to this lunch for a reason and we wanted to know why. Their side conversation simmered out and Father cleared his throat. Tabitha excused herself from the table, and bounced off to the restroom, the scent of her juicy perfume making my nostrils flare.

With arms folded across my chest, I raised a brow in Father’s direction. “So we’re here. What’s the big issue?” I asked, my words cold.

“Silas and Sawyer, right?” the other man asked, patiently waiting for a nod of approval.

I gave him none and kept my gaze hot on our father. He took another sip from the crystal glass and set it down as he crossed one leg over the other.

“Mr. Shaw,” Father said, pointing to the man with a frail smile on his face. “He’s an angel investor who specializes in commercial real estate in Eastern and Western Asia. He’s had his eye on—”

“What does this have to do with us?” I interrupted, not liking the direction this conversation was going.

“Your father told me you both have a lot of interest in the company.”

“Is that so?” Silas chimed in.

“Boys, I’m looking to expand into new territory and we need someone to scout out possible places we could build.”

I didn’t know who I wanted to punch more. Father for bringing this stupid idea to us, or the mystery man for going along with father’s shit show. As I contemplated this internal battle, I nodded, leaning forward into the table, my hand finding solace on my chin.

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