Page 26 of Deviant

“I’m just going to see Rowen, that’s all,” he explains with a straight face, like I’d ever buy that shit.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” He frowns.

“You are. You forget that I know when you’re lying. Ialwaysknow when you’re lying. And besides, you don’t go to Rowen. Rowen comes to you.” The fucker has the audacity to smile at my statement.

If I didn’t hate her so much, I might have found a place in my black heart to be sorry for the way my brother treats her. But since hate is all I have for the girl, who gives a shit.

“You got me.” He chuckles. “I’m not going to see Rowen. I’m going over to Mackenzie’s instead. She just texted saying her parents aren’t home, and well… by the nudie pics she just sent me, she needs my undivided attention,” he states, emphasizing the word by pointing to his dick, “if you know what I mean?”.

“And how does your girlfriend feel about you being this attentive to the Mayor’s daughter?”

“Please,” he rolls his eyes as if I should know better than to ask such a thing. “Like Rowen even cares where or who I put my dick in. Since Nora died, she’s been so out of it, she wouldn’t care if I fucked all of Blackwater Falls.”

“Wouldn’t care or just doesn’t know?” I cock an eyebrow.

“Both. Either. Take your pick. Like I care either way.”

“Fuck,” I chuckle in repulsion. “You really are a class act, little brother.”

“Oh, fuck off. I told you what you wanted, okay? Now, are you going to stay here with Mom for an hour or not?”

“Not.”

And this time when I turn around, I don’t hesitate to leave, slamming the door behind me for good measure.

If he wants to get his dick wet, he’ll have to find another way to do it.

Hmm.

It should make me happy that he’s two-timing Rowen.

The girl deserves all the heartache she can get.

But Aidan’s lack of scruples rubs me the wrong way.

Maybe I’m not the best person to talk about morals since I’ve been lately fantasizing nonstop about killing his girlfriend, but Aidan’s lack of loyalty and consideration reminds me too much of our poor excuse of a father.

He liked to stick his pencil dick in every hole he could find too.

Worst of all, he wasn’t subtle about his infidelity, knocking up his mistresses left and right. I’ve lost count of how many bastards the fucker has fathered. It’s like it gives him some sick satisfaction spreading his wretched seed or something. Or maybe it’s just the way he’s found to trap women. They sure don’t stick around because of his stellar personality.

It just sucks that his first victim was my mom, knocking her up with me before the two were even out of high school.

Mom never stood a chance after that.

Instead, she took on the dutiful role of mother and wife while my bastard of a father brought shame and embarrassment to our family with his infidelity.

And when Mom got sick, he packed his bags and shacked up with the first woman who would have him. The fucker is nowliving just at the borders of Blackwater Falls with his latest baby mama, uncaring that his wife is clinging onto her last days.

Mom doesn’t talk about it, but I know that shit stings to no end.

Still, she has never said one bad word about him, undoubtedly thinking it might ruin whatever relationship her kids have with him.

As if I’d ever want a relationship with that asshole.

But the real nail on the coffin was when Nora died—the fucker didn’t even have the courtesy to attend her funeral.

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