Page 13 of Sweet Misery

She’d last even less once I got my hands on her.

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RENZO

Islept like a fucking baby. Maybe it was the prospect of unwrapping our new toy that had me jumping around like a kid on Christmas. Most of our Christmases were spent killing people and then having goose at the table while our mother tried to cut the tension with her upbeat attitude.

Too bad our old man gutted her in the backyard after he found out she was trying to leave him. No one left our family to live a better life. You were here until you died. It was the only way out. At least our father offered her that reprieve. The rest of us were stuck here doing his fucking bidding like Santa’s fucking elves.

Grinning, I got out of bed and showered quickly before going downstairs. Knowing Sever was possibly going to lose his shit today made me giddy with excitement. I loved my brothers, truly, but Sever was so withdrawn and never let go. Well, not really. I mean, the guy had no problem blowing someone’s head off when we were working. He hadn’t lasted in college two years, even though he was a fucking genius. Our old man called him home to work, and so he came in, even more bitter at his opportunity at freedom being ripped away.

He knew the rules. No one gets out alive.

“Where’s Mass?” I asked Roe as I walked into the kitchen.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I think he went out last night and got laid. Isn’t home yet.”

I slid onto the kitchen stool at the island and nodded as Roe pushed a cup of coffee at me. I sipped at the bitter bean water and grimaced.

“For fuck’s sake, Roe, at least piss it in before giving it to me,” I muttered.

He chuckled. “I did, bitch.”

I gave him the finger and sipped at it again.

Sever came stomping into the kitchen and yanked open the fridge before grabbing out a gallon of milk. We watched him pour a glass before downing it and shoving the milk back inside.

“What has you so… chipper?” I asked the ornery prick.

“Fuck you.” He went to coffee pot and poured himself a cup.

“Milk can go in coffee. Doesn’t have to be a separate drink,” Roe said, a tiny smile on his face as we continued to watch our brother angrily stab a bagel with a knife. He bit into it dry before dipping it into his coffee mug.

“Gross ass weirdo,” I muttered, shaking my head at him.

“At least I’m not drinking Roe’s piss water.”

“That’s what you think.” Roe laughed. “I pissed in the entire pot, not just his cup.”

“Douchebag.” Sever threw his coffee mug into the sink before throwing his half-eaten bagel at him. It hit Roe in the chest before landing on the floor.

“I’m not picking that up,” Roe said, shaking with laughter. “That’s on you, little brother. Don’t let Mass see you wasting food.”

Sever gave him the finger before taking up residence on the stool next to me.

“Did you really piss in the coffee?” I asked after a beat of silence.

Roe’s blue-gray eyes sparkled. “Maybe.”

I sighed and took another sip. It definitely did taste off.

“Why do you keep fucking drinking it?” Sever scowled at me. “You must like what comes out of his cock.”

I shrugged and took another sip. “We’re close. It’s like drinking something that came out of my own cock. I mean, we suck each other off and it’s never been weird. Right, Roe?”

“Right. You’re me.”

“And I’m you,” I finished, grinning at my twin.

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