Page 11 of Wiley A.F.

“What do you expect me to say? Yep, I recognize that shoe, it belongs to my dead brother of thirteen years? Fuck, Sac, sometimes I wonder how you’ve made it this far into your adult life without someone stealing your identity or something equally as unbelievable.” My mouth popped open to say more, but I quickly changed my mind, and saved my breath. I silently glared at him over the couch cushion after I flipped it up instead. One thing was for certain, a woman named Ezilynn Osborne, Garrett’s fiancée, definitely lived here. Her name was all over everything from the utility bills to the stack of magazines Ghoul found shoved underneath the bed.

“I mean, if I had a brother, and I do, I would be able to tell you if a pair of shoes belonged to him or not.”

“Bullshit! Quit talking out of your ass.”

“Facts. He suffered a freak accident when we played football in high school. He has a bad hip, so he puts more weight on his good leg. Therefore, the sole of his right shoe always wears down faster than the right. Also, if we’re being dicks and pointing out things, I could tell you that every pen cap in his house would either be missing or have teeth marks. Shocker.” His hand lifted and stopped perpendicular to his mouth. “He’s a nervous Nancy, and he chews on shit, usually plastic. Lastly—”

“We get the fucking point, Sac,” Ghoul brusquely barked, pinching the bridge of his nose, and sighed. “You know your sibling. Great.”

“I do.” He beamed, grabbing a book from the bookshelf, and flipped through the pages.

“Does he have a Vienna Sausage between his legs, too?” Ghoul howled, sticking his thumb between his pointer and middle finger, wiggling it in Sac’s direction for a visual.

“Nope. Damnedest thing. Where I out ball him, he makes up for in length, but the fucker hasnogirth. I’m talking the term pencil dick was made for him.”

“What about your dad? Does he have a long, tiny dick and massive balls?” I asked with a shake of my head, not believing this was my life to be investigating someone who potentially could be my brother and talking about Sac’s family history of cock and balls. I bit my lip, and closed my eyes, continuing to shake my head in disbelief. I actually wanted to know his answer.

His lips flattened together as he thought and then shrugged. “Nah, I would say he is actually a pretty average hung guy. Not too long, but not really on the short end of the stick either.”

“Well, thank fuck we have that cleared up.” My hand ran through my hair, and I pulled in a cleansing breath. “This is about pointless, there’s no way to know anything without actually seeing the guy.”

“Looks like you’re about to get your wish,” Tin Man reported from the speaker phone of Ghoul’s cellphone. “Y’all are about to have company. Get the fuck out of sight. A blue Oldsmobile with a green driver’s side door just passed me.”

The likelihood of there being two of those in the same tiny ass town was very small, but my gut told me it was them. Agent McFaye wasn’t forthcoming with many facts, considering I refused to give her my DNA, but there was no way I was putting that into the system. Once you gave something like that to the law, especially the FBI, you were openly inviting them to dig into your past. The feds were nosy shits, not only because it was their job, but it was their nature; otherwise, they probably would have chosen a different field of work. So, despite McFaye giving her word, my shit would be destroyed after they ran it for the solidary purpose of identifying the samples they collected from my alleged brother from various crime scenes. I didn’t fucking trust her—not then, and I one hundred percent didn’t right now. The fuckstick wasn’t a local beat cop. She had endless resources to do this shit, and yet she kept enlisting my damned brothers and me to do what tax dollars were supposed to do. The citizens of America needed a wakeup call that it wasn’t people like me they should worry about; it was the ones their fucking opinions and rallies put into office. My brothers and I might be criminals, but in less than a decade the veil had been lifted from my eyes, and I saw business suits for what they were—nothing but pretty wrapping paper over shit. It didn’t matter how you dressed it up, shit always stunk.

“Fuck. Okay. Everybody out the back door,” Sac was quick to announce, flipping his hands in the air as he motioned for the direction we needed to take to find the exit. We might give him a lot of shit most of the time, but there wasn’t another soul on the planet I would trust in our Road Capitan position.

Ghoul and Sac got out the door first, and my bare hand caught the doorknob to close it on my way out. “Fuck!” I whisper yelled.

“What?” Ghoul asked, his eyes following where I was unable to lift mine from. I removed my black leather glove when I was trying to pull an envelope from between the couch cushions and then must have forgotten to pick it back up when the conversation about brothers started.

“Fucking Sac.”

“How’s this my fault?” Sac raised an eyebrow.

“Because, if we hadn’t been talking about balls and shoes, I would have put it back on.”

“Not my fault you’re a forgetful shit and left evidence inside, brother.”

“I don’t care whose fault it is, go get your damned glove and get out,” Ghoul instructed, using two fingers to gesture back into the house.

“Already on it,” I said and quietly closed the door, separating me from Ghoul and Sac. Headlights flooded the house, and I dropped to the floor, duck walking on my bent knees from the foyer, down the hallway, and into the living room. Once I reached the couch, my gloved hand frantically searched for the other, but it was pitch black in here now. I couldn’t risk turning my flashlight we used when we were in here moments ago, but I didn’t feel shit. My bare fingertips edged the corners of each cushion, flipping them up, and then I scoured underneath them. There was a lot of what I assumed to be crumbs and change, but honestly, I was thankful I wasn’t seeing what I was touching. I shuddered, pushing a dead caterpillar carcass or more than likely a hairball out of the way, dropping the last cushion back into place. Hypothetically getting my hands dirty was fine with me, but actual filth being on my skin was a different story. It was the reason I wore black leather gloves in situations such as this one.

“What are you doing, Malcom?” a silky female voice asked, and I froze in place. I didn’t fucking hear her come in the house. Thinking on my toes, I ripped my cut off and stuffed my glove in the interior pocket of it, finding it’s mate already in there.Fucking hell!The fact that I was in here because I was distracted and misplaced my glove was one thing and why I had to come back in to find it. However, had I taken a few extra seconds to check on my person I wouldn’t be in here now about to blow our entire operation.

I stuffed my cut under the corner of the couch, jumping to my feet as the light filled the room.. Even though I didn’t want to find someone who looked almost identical to me, I hoped they not only existed, but that this woman knew the person. Otherwise, she was about to lose her shit.

Her long dark hair swished around her face, and her light hazel eyes lit up as soon as they landed on my face. She smiled and rushed to where I was standing, gawking at her like a fucking idiot. Her arms were around my neck at once, and the intoxicating scent of her surrounded me. My heart hammered in my chest, but it wasn’t for obvious reasons. My body should be riddled with worry that she would notice that I’m not him, yet it wasn’t. If anything, I was pissed that this woman wasn’t mine. Once realization settled in that she not only recognized me and was probably Garrett’s fiancée, I knew I had to play along, following her lead, no matter how wrong it might be.

I had to remind myself that she wasn’t mine to keep myself from pushing her against the wall and fucking her senseless. Regardless, my greedy fingertips dug into her full hips, and I pulled her body closer to mine. She purred, fucking purred against my neck. At this point, my self-control was hanging on by a literal shred, and one more move like that would have me losing my fucking mind, not caring whose name she screamed as long as she did it.

“I’m glad I caught you before you left.” She nuzzled against my chest.

“Me too,” I answered honestly while living in the moment. “Remind me again where I was supposed to be?” I said in the next breath, remembering the real reason I was here.

“You’re fucking funny. I’ll keep it between you and me that you forgot you were meeting Dave for a drink.”

“How could I forget something like that? And where was I meeting him?” I laid the sarcasm on thick, etching how her body felt against mine into my brain. When I was an old fuck who couldn’t get it up anymore, this was the body I wanted to remember. Her body wasn’t a stick, there was something to grab onto, and her ass was glorious.

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