Page 91 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
To which Kash slumped back in the chair with a grumbled string of curses.
I got Kash’s frustration. While I may not like the Murphys, our families ran in the same circles, which was how I knew that Keaton was the oldest of five brothers. He took over everything when their parents died, meaning he was the current acting parental figure to both Kash and his younger brother Kael, who in my opinion, was a little shit that needed a good beat down.
Keaton was to Kash what my father was to me—a strict, hypocritical pain in the ass who controlled everything I did. The only difference between us was that I would have no problem killing my father.
“We don’t air our dirty laundry. If you have a problem with someone, work it out where pictures can’t be taken.” My father glared at me, then at Kash. “I think your brother would agree.”
As if on cue, the pulsingwhomp, whomp, whompof helicopter blades echoed in the air.
Kash and I both turned as a sleek black chopper with the Murphy Media logo flew past the window.
“Really?” Kash grumbled at my father. “You told Keaton to come?”
“After the third video was posted, he thought it was important enough to pay a visit.”
I snickered at Kash’s misfortune. Keaton was a very serious, public-conscious, kind of guy. That was probably why he got along with my father so well.
Kash swung his glare my way. “Let’s see how funny you think it is when Georgia’s in my bed.”
“Good luck with that.” I snorted.
Georgia hated both of us. I saw the way she shied away from him. Kash creeped her out just as much as I did. She was not going to crawl into his bed. She’d crawl for me, though, whether she wanted to or not. I didn’t fucking care what Georgia thought. I’d take her anyway.
“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?”
“Pfft, no.” He was fucking kidding, right?
My being jealous of him was almost as ridiculous as saying I was jealous over Georgia fucking Pyne. Yes, I may have said that she was mine, but that didn’t mean anything. It was a fact. I didn’t want her, she was given to me. Hence, she was mine. And yes, I would claim her because it was my duty, and nothing more.
“Georgia?” My father looked over at me. “As in Georgia Pyne?”
“That’s right,” I confirmed.
He wasn’t so concerned with me kicking Kash’s ass now, was he? Although I was interested in how my father would handle this situation. He couldn’t tell Kash Georgia was my bride without exposing The Society, and he couldn’t tell him to stay away from her without explaining why. He couldn’t say shit without saying too much.
“Perhaps you should both stay away from this girl.”
That was all he could come up with?
“Really?” I asked him. “You want me to stay away from Georgia?”
The look he gave me was priceless. My father was good at keeping a straight face, but I saw the micro changes in his expression. A twitch in his jaw, a tiny frown pulling at the corner of his mouth, and a slight arch in his left brow. He was not impressed.
“Kash,” he said without looking his way. “You should go and greet your brother.”
That wasn’t a suggestion, and Kash knew it.
Sighing, he stood and shuffled towards the door.
I waved at him, “Have fun.”
“Go fuck yourself.” He flipped me off and walked out.
The second the door clicked closed, my father’s demeanor shifted. His shoulders rolled back as his eyes locked on mine.
“You will keep Kash away from Georgia.”
There was a hypocritical statement. “And how exactly do you expect me to do that? I’m not allowed to interfere with the Murphys, remember.”
