Page 36 of Happenstance
Pretty sure Lana’s Nan was two seconds away from stabbing me with the first sharp instrument she could find, but I didn’t care. Hell, I was getting off on the silent conflict. Because like it or not…
“Lana’s mine.” I wrapped my arm around Lana’s shoulder, and pulled her in as close as I could. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.”
And by you, I meant both of them.
Neither one said a word. We stood there staring at each other. My mother’s venomous glare trained on Lana, while her Nan’s was trained on me. Everyone else in the room remained tensely quiet. Well, except for my brother and I. We didn’t give a shit how this turned out. The result would be the same regardless. Lana already agreed to my terms. I couldn’t help but smirk just a bit at the angry glint in Greta Crawford’s brown eyes.
The heaviness in the air lifted a little when my mother spun around and sauntered away.
“By the way, Mother,” I called out, making her pause before she could leave, “I also suck dick.”
The gasp Lana sucked in made me smirk. My amusement was short lived though, because Lana’s Nan’s hand flew through the air, smacking me in the back of the head.
“Don’t talk to your mother that way.”
Red.
Deep dark crimson drops, thickly sliding across my hands.
That’s all I could see. Greta’s dead eyes staring up at me as I dug through her corpse. Luckily, my mother spoke up, distracting me before I could act out my murderous fantasies.
“Did you just hit my son?”
“Yes, I did.” Greta’s little chest puffed out. “You should teach your son more respect.”
“Alright, that’s enough,” my dad interrupted. “We have more important things to discuss.”
Yes we did.
I couldn’t wait to make things official. I wanted Lana to be mine as soon as possible.
Mr. Weinstein threw a briefcase up on the table and popped it open. “We’re here for the custody matter of the unborn Whitley baby…”
“Actually,” I glanced down at Lana, “Miss Crawford and I have come to an agreement.” She sneered back at me, which made me smile and add in, “Isn’t that right, Angel?”
Lana’s lips thinned as she clamped her mouth shut. She wanted to say something smart, I could see it. Tell me off, or storm out, but she couldn’t. Not without raising Grandma’s suspicions. Kind of hard to get someone to agree to something if they think you don’t want to do it.
“Did she forget how to speak?”
Fucking Preston.
My eyes rolled over to my brother. “Why are you talking?”
“Why aren’t you?” he challenged back.
“No one asked for your opinion.”
“It wasn’t an opinion,” he leaned back and eyed me, “It was a statement.”
Smug prick.
“You know what…”
“That’s right,” I called out, interrupting our brotherly argument, “We came to an agreement.”
I cocked a brow down at her and resisted the urge to smile. Look at my Angel, stopping us before it got to the fist rounds, which it usually did. Preston and I had kicked the crap out of each other more times then I could count. She was going to be such a good mom.
“What kind of agreement?”
