Page 21 of Truths

His hands slide up to cup her small chest, but she freezes, her head turning towards the window. No one can see anything considering they're covered by clothes, but he knows they can still get in trouble. “Cops?”

“Nelson.”

Turning, Max sees Nelson staring through the front window, his fists clenching as he stares daggers at them.Well, fuck.

Summerville

Nelson

Things with Sutton haven't been going as well as Nelson expected. He wanted to talk to Daphne because she seemed to have some insight the last time they saw each other. She knows him well enough to give it to him straight, and he wanted to know what he should do to make things better with his new girlfriend. Kind-of-girlfriend. He's not entirely sure where they stand other than not seeing other people.

He watches as she slides off of Max, and blocks him from Nelson's view as he zips up his jeans. The last thing he expected to see was his ex-girlfriend having sex with his older brother.

“Nelson,” Daphne says, opening the front door of the tattoo shop.

Rather than let them walk out, Nelson walks inside. “This makes so much fucking sense now,” he growls. “Why Max wanted the club to buy the shop. Is fucking him repayment? Are you going to work your way around the whole club now?”

“Watch it,” Max snaps protectively.

“Gotta say, I last a hell of a lot longer than that. Did you even come, Daph? Or did you fake it?”

“Stop it,” she says.

Nelson laughs. “So, faked it.”

“You really think she's faking it with all the piercings I have? Besides, there's a very specific feeling that tells you when a woman orgasms. Maybe you're not quite big enough to notice, but-”

“Fuck you!” he snaps. “How long has this been going on?”

Daphne looks ready to cry. “Nelson-”

“I'm asking my brother, you fucking whore.”

She gasps, and Max pushes him backwards. “Don't talk to her that way.”

“My ex just fucked my brother in front of one of the busiest streets in the town. I'll call her any name that seems to fit.”

“Call her a whore, and I'll break your fucking jaw. I get you're pissed and blindsided. We should have told you, but I was giving you time while you figured things out with Sutton-”

“You told him about Sutton?” He gapes at his ex.

Tears fill her eyes. “I didn't think it was a secret. Dax knew and mentioned it when I finished his tattoo-”

“Don't you ever talk about Sutton. She's not a skank like you, so keep her name out of your filthy mouth.”

One minute, he's standing and facing them, and the next, he's on the ground staring at the dark ceiling. Max not only hit him, he knocked him on his ass. “What the fuck did I say?”

“I didn't call her a whore,” he groans and rubs his jaw. “I called her a skank. I know she's a good lay, but I didn't think my own brother would turn on me for some rancid pussy.”

“Don't,” Daphne says, grabbing Max's arm and pulling him back as he winds up, ready to pounce on Nelson. “He's angry, and he has a right to be.”

“He doesn't have a right to insult you because he's angry,” he says, his eyes never leaving his brother. “Insult me. Shout and scream and punch me, but don't say a fucking word about her.”

Standing, Nelson glares at his brother. “So, this is why she and I didn't work out, huh? Because you were fucking my girlfriend behind my back? Now that I have a new one, are you going to jump on her, too?”

“Nothing happened with Max until after you and I broke up,” Daphne says quickly.

“Is that why you pierced your cock? For Daph? Did it impress her? Make her think you're better in bed than me?”