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Normally I ignored her snide little comments – seriously, what the fuck was she going to do? Come at me with all her one hundred pounds of furry? I bench pressed twice that for fun.
Telling me to look into Harper’s old man wasn’t the same as cursing my dick to fall off. Though I’d argue that the latter was worse. Messing with a man’s twig and berries was just plain cold.
Don’t see me walking around cursing bitches’ pussies to fall off. And trust me, there were plenty of chicks wandering these halls that should have a permanent block slapped over their hole.
Edith’s granddaughter was a perfect example of that. I had no problem with women exploring their sexuality – they had every right to get theirs. But Trina Dupire had been in Ashworth for a little over half a year and had banged more guys than I knew. Then again, I might be a little biased.
Waking up with a knife to your balls while being told to stay away from some chick kinda turned a guy off. Trina may not be said girl Preston was referring to, she was an exact replica though. That was enough to make me stay the fuck away.
“Hey,” Silas nudged me with his elbow. “You okay?”
I gave him a look.
That was the dumbest question I’d ever heard. My brother was a dick, my old man wasn’t my old man, and the bane of my existence was sleeping in the room next to mine. Don’t think you could get much further from okay than that. I really needed a drink.
He rolled his eyes in response. “You know what I mean.”
Yeah, I did. It was the same reason everyone asked if I was okay, when what they were really thinking was‘Did Mase fall off the wagon?’
“Don’t worry Captain Sobriety, I haven’t had a drink.” I slid my gaze his way. “Yet.”
The grumpy fucker looked me dead in the eyes. “That’s not funny.”
“Who says I’m joking?”
There was a bottle of Jack tucked away in the corner of my room calling my name. I could already taste the sweet spice warming my tongue. My entire body was itching for it, tensing my muscles with need. I wouldn’t drink it all. Just a few mouthfuls. Enough to forget about all this shit.
And forget about her.
Silas folded his arms and leaned back against his locker. “Do you want to go back to rehab?”
“I’ve been worse places.” I shrugged and slammed my locker shut. “Remember Naomi’s graduation party?”
“You mean the one you showed up to in dirty sweats and a t-shirt?”
Yeah, that was pretty good. Black tie event my ass. “I thought she was gonna kill me.”
“No, motherfucker, I was gonna kill you.” Silas raised a hand to wave a finger at me. “You know how many times I had to hide the bottles you were sucking back from your brother?”
“Fuck Micha,” I grumbled, then sauntered down the hall.
“You know what, Mase,” Silas skipped up behind me. “I’m not pulling your ass out of the fire this time.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Silas could say that shit all he wanted, but I knew if I really needed him he’d be there, no questions asked. Hell, half the time he was there when I didn’t need him, poking his nose in my shit. Not that I minded. I kind of loved the ornery prick. This however, was something he couldn’t help with.
Then again, maybe he could?
“Hey, what do you know about Ned Callaghan?”
Silas’s brow rose. “Harper’s dad?”
I nodded.
Lou had his King’s Ledger, a book he didn’t think I knew about. Just like he didn’t think I knew about his little collection, but I did. Thanks to Silas. He noticed shit other people didn’t.
There was something to say about being the quiet one. I guess one could equate that with my brother as well. It pissed me off how often Micha was right.
