Page 79 of Quarantined
My eyes search for her again when I hear the alert go off on my phone. Text from Reid.
Met a college hottie. Going back to her place. I’ll be safe. Have a good birthday.
Ok, sounds good.
I shake my head at my brother. Reid follows the rules I set. He comes home on time on the weekdays and is honest with me about his whereabouts on the weekends. As long as he does that, I can't stop Reid from sleeping around. At least I gave him the sex talk. I have to trust that I did right by him, and he is making good choices. God forbid the day comes when I have to deal with Mia doing this crap. I can’t even fathom.
Some of my anxiety comes back, as dark thoughts of my siblings and an uncertain future with Raven haunt my mind. I breathe in and out and try to focus on my breath with images ofher.
She is my salvation, my fighting chance against these thoughts. She is my drug of choice, a pure addiction. And right now, I need a hit. I need to see her.
I zigzag through the rooms, and ditch the prying claws of interested females. Jaci is the first to try to grab me, offering up something to the extent of birthday sex. Not interested! When will they learn? I haven’t shown interest in any of them for months now.
As politely as I can, I shake Jaci off. My eyes are searching for someone else. Finally, I spot Raven. She is standing outside the back entrance of the brownstone. I can see her through the transparent screen door. I take an uninterrupted moment to stare at her.
My starved eyes take her in. She is so strikingly beautiful. I saw her only an hour ago, yet every time I see her feels like the first time.
She looks like the epitome of an erotic snow white. Her long jet black hair is hanging low to her waist. Her perfect pale skin looks warm and flushed. The gloss on her rosy lips is making them look even more kissable.
The thin straps of her black dress highlight her narrow shoulder while showing off just a bit of cleavage. The dress stops at mid-thigh. It could be modest, were it not for her high heeled shoes. The five-inch red bottoms prop up her legs and ass, making the dress drip with sexiness.
Designer shoes are another continuous form of gifts from Raven’s absentee mother. Raven has become a sucker for them and makes sure we all know what they are. Her collection of red bottom heels is among her most prized possessions.
It’s almost inhumane to stand here and not be able to touch her. She is gorgeous. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Actually, she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen on this planet. I can’t compare her to anyone or anything. She is just so uniquelyher.
And it’s killing me.
I hear her soft laugh, and my heart lurches. She is talking to someone, but I can only see her through the screen door. The other person is standing outside my view, blocked by the wall.
As soon as I start towards her, I freeze. I see a set of lips on her and a hand on her face.
What the fuck!
My legs carry me over to the back entrance, swinging the door open with such force that the screen almost breaks.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I yell out.
Raven whips her head in my direction. “Milo…,” Raven is looking at me, shocked.
My hands are already in fists. I am about to kill that motherfucker who dared touch her when it hits me who it is. It’s none other than Asher fucking Huntzburger.
Asher, who is our family friend and one of my best friends. Asher, who is one of my business partners. Asher, who is my age and goes to Columbia with me.
“Shit, man,” Asher starts.
I grab Raven’s arm, moving her behind me. I am going to kill Asher and bury him six feet deep.
“Listen, man, I know she is like your little sister…”
I don’t let Asher finish. I completely lose it for two reasons. First the obvious, his lips were onhersa second go. Second, he called her my fuckingsister.
Grabbing the cocksucker by his collar, I get ready to end him. Asher’s eyes are the size of saucers, completely thrown off.
I black out as I find myself throwing punch after punch at Asher, whaling on him without direction. My vision is blurred. I think most of them land, because I see blood on my fists.
I find Asher lying on the ground when my sanity returns. I have only stopped because Raven has wrapped herself around the front of my body. I want to charge at him again, but she is hugging my front and screaming.
“Oh God, Milo! Please stop. You are going to kill him. Are you fucking insane?”
