Page 91 of Deviant

“Process this,” she says, holding up her middle finger before turning toward her car.

But then, my idiot brother grips her forearm to keep Rowen from going anywhere.

You really shouldn’t have done that.

“Let go of me!” Rowen shouts while trying to pull her arm out of his tight hold.

“No! Not until we talk. This was just a misunderstanding, babe. We can work this out.”

“You mean like you screwing Mackenzie Davenport behind my back was a misunderstanding?” she rebukes, still trying to wrestle her arm away.

“This again. I told you that she means nothing to me. But you have been acting so cold lately. A guy needs to feel wanted, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe!” she snarls at him. “I don’t care who you fuck, as long as it isn’t me. We’re fucking over.”

“We’re over when I say we’re over,” the shit-stain retorts with a menacing glower.

“You’re delusional. Let go! You’re hurting me, Aidan.”

“I wouldn’t need to if you just stop acting like a crazy person.”

“I said let go, or I swear to God—”

“What? What will you do?” He laughs.

“I’m not sure what she can do, but I’ll break every bone in your hand if you don’t let go of her this instant,” I say calmly behind the fucker.

Aidan goes green as he turns to face me.

“Go away, E. This is not your problem.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. When it comes to Rowen, everything is my problem. Three.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, baffled.

“What does it look like? I’m giving you three seconds to let go of her. Two.”

“Elias, this isn’t funny.”

“Does it look like I’m laughing? And look at that, we’re at one already.”

Before the pencil dick has time to think about his next move, I snatch his hand off Rowen’s arm and pull it all the way back over his wrist until the fucker is on his knees, begging for mercy.

“E, don’t you dare,” he squeaks like a goddamn pussy.

“Don’t I dare do what? This?” I say before pulling back his pinkie finger until I hear his bone crack.

Music to my fucking ears.

“ARGH!” Aidan shouts, tears now streaming down his cheeks.

“See, you should have known better than to think that I was bluffing,” I state, breaking his ring finger next and gaining another howl from my brother. “I warned you, but did you listen? No. Like the idiot you are, you thought that Rowen was your property to do with as you pleased.” When his middle finger pops, I smile at the sound the dipshit makes. “She hasn’t been yours for quite some time, little brother. And from this point on, it would be wise not to forget it.” Another loud pop paired with a howling scream ensues when I break his index. I then lean in and whisper in his ear, “And when a woman tells you to let her go, you fucking do as you’re told. You got that, bitch?”

“Yes, yes, I got it,” he cries, snot and tears mingling into one.

“Good. And one more thing,” I smile sinisterly, my mouth still at his ear, “The old rules no longer apply, baby brother.With mom gone, there’s no one to hold me back. No-fucking-one. Remember that the next time you think of pissing me off,” I warn just before breaking his thumb, too.

Aidan falls on the wet grass, cradling his hand while in the fetal position, howling and moaning in pain. I then turn around and realize that everyone is standing outside on the porch to see the whole scene play out.

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