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My brother didn’t let anyone tell him what to do, least of all his girl. If he wanted Riley here, then here is where she’d be. Whether she wanted to come or not. But hey, who was I to judge. There was nothing stopping me from going to Micha. Besides the pain that shot through my chest whenever I saw him, that is. That was easily remedied with a couple of shots though.
Micha hung his jacket off the top of the chair on the other side of me and sat down. I watched his arms flex under the red shirt he was wearing and wondered if Lou had any scotch left. I’d kill for a drink right now.
If Silas was here he’d say some shit about being the better man, but fuck that. That’s what Micha was supposed to be for me. The better man who always had my back. Not another liar who hid the truth from me.
“What took you so long?” Logan asked Micha.
Micha rolled his dark eyes Logan’s way. “Had to check in with the old man.”
I couldn’t help but snort at that.
“You got a problem, little brother?” His brow arched, darkening his glare. “Because I wasn’t asking for your approval.”
“Do you ever?” I shot back.
Micha’s chest lifted with a heavy sigh. “And what, exactly, am I leaving you out of now?”
“I wouldn’t know now, would I?”
Big brother didn’t include me in his decisions. No one did. I was a Kessler by name and a Hudson by blood. The second born in both family lines – which inducted me into The Order, but didn’t make me important enough to be consulted on anything. They could wrap their reasoning up under the guise of protection all they wanted, but I knew the truth.
“Is this about that shit I said to Harper?”
That got my attention. “When the fuck did you talk to Harper?”
“The first morning she was here,” he explained, making me roll my eyes.
Of course he did.
“I can handle my own shit, Micha.”
“I know you can.”
Did he? Because everything in our past said the opposite. My brother didn’t even trust me with my own genetic background.
“Look Mase,” Micha scrubbed a hand down his face and sighed, “I was just trying to…”
Not wanting to talk about it, I cut him off. “It’s fine.”
My entire life I’d been dealing with shit on my own. I didn’t need his help now.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have–”
“Seriously Micha.” I slid my gaze his way. “It’s fine.”
I was tired of sorries. Tired of telling people it was fine. It wasn’t fine. Micha knew that, but he let it go anyways. Letting out one last sigh, he laid back and turned his attention to the other side of the patio. Where Harper appeared to be instructing Maggie on the proper placement for a tea party.
Her tiny arm swung through the air, delicately repositioning things. My dick jumped at the way her fingers curled around the tiny flowered piece of China. All I could see was how those pink nails looked wrapped around my shaft. She was holding on so tight that it bordered on painful.
Micha cocked a confused brow. “What is she doing?”
“Having a tea party.”Duh.
“Willingly?” Logan piped in.
To say he and Maggie didn’t get along would be an understatement. That stemmed mostly from her uncanny ability to miraculously appear behind him with her swear jar every time he spewed out a cuss. I, however, thought her tactic was smart. Why wouldn’t she follow the money? Every second word that left Logan’s mouth was fuck.
“Fuck me.”
