Page 62 of Dirty Love

“Good boy,” I praise, watching his throat move as he swallows it. “You remember what these do to you?”

“Make me hard as a motherfucker,” he mutters, reaching down to adjust his dick in his sweats.

I laugh lightly at that, carefully batting his hand away to do it for him. “Yeah, well, if it gets really bad, I’ll suck the cum out of it later,” I tell him, enjoying the needy little groan he lets out despite the pain he’s in.

“That was mean.”

“Baby, you haven’t seen mean,” I tease, pulling back to set the speaker down on the table by the front door.

Annoyed by the threatening shouts and curses coming from the office on my left, I connect my phone and turn the volume up to drown him out, thankful the neighbors are used to us blaring our music into the early hours of the morning. Nicky winces and lifts his hands up to his ears, making me feel like an even bigger asshole than I already am. I take Dad’s things from the floor and lead him through to the living room, wrapping a throw blanket around his shoulders before I set him down on the couch. He leans back and frowns again, but he doesn’t ask me any questions as he watches me light the fire opposite him. It’s only a small one—nothing like the one we have up at our mother’s cabin—but it’ll do just fine for what we need it for.

Keeping one eye on Nicky and the other on the office door, I walk through to the kitchen and take the burner phone from my pocket, my heart racing in my chest while I dial the number and click the call button.

I don’t trust this crazy son of a bitch—because I don’t trust anyone but my brother—but I’m fresh out of options here and I need him more than I care to admit.

“You little pricks, I told you not to call me this late,” he hisses, probably hiding somewhere in his cell considering they’re not allowed phones in prison.

“I’m moving up the plan.”

“To when?”

“Tonight,” I answer, using my free hand to pull my dad’s jeans over the top of mine. “Right now, actually.”

“Oh, really?” he asks, pausing for a few seconds before he speaks again. “Do you mind telling me wh—”

“They attacked Nicky, Pres,” I choke out, furious with these fucking tears that won’t stop leaking from my eyes. “They got him and I wasn’t fucking there and—”

“Wait, who got him?”

“Mark and Parker and Austin and fucking Jasper,” I growl, knowing he has absolutely no clue who I’m talking about. “He’s never done anything to them and they killed him in the locker room at school. They just fucking left him there. And my dad…” I laugh, but it sounds strange to my own ears. “You know what my dad said when he saw his own son lying in a hospital bed, covered from head to toe in their marks and bruises? You deserved this…” I repeat his words, grinding my teeth so hard it hurts. “I want him dead.”

”Okay. Kade, maybe you should think ab—”

“I don’t have time to think,” I stress, squeezing my eyes shut while I pull the hair from my scalp. “I can’t… fuck, I’m losing my mind. They know and they could come for us any second now and I’m not fucking ready.”

“Dude, you’re not making any sense.”

“I’m fucking Nicky,” I blurt out, stopping where I stand to look at him, his tiny little body wrapped up in the blanket with his shoulders hunched up to his ears. “I fuck him all the time and he loves it. I love it. And I love him, too. I think I always have…”

“Jesus Christ,” my uncle mutters, clearly disgusted over what I just told him. “Please, tell me that’s a joke.”

“It’s not.”

“Fuck me, are you crazy? What the hell is the matter with you? He’s your little brother, you dirty—”

“You better make it hurt, man,” I warn, lying through my teeth in an attempt to scare him. “You better make him beg or we’ll come in there and we’ll make you beg.”

“Kade—”

I hang up and smash the phone into the sink, taking it out just as quickly when I realize I can’t leave it there. I pull air in through my nostrils and grab the jacket my dad was wearing before, throwing it on over my clothes to make myself look a little bigger than I am. I zip it up to my neck and pull the hood over my head, then I put his shoes on and walk back to the living room, freezing mid step when I catch the look on my brother’s face.

“Nicky—”

“You’re going after the boys, aren’t you?” he accuses, glaring at me as if he thinks I’m betraying him, his breathing quickening as he launches himself into a panic attack. “You’re leaving me here with h—”

“No,” I growl, dropping to my knees at his feet, taking his hands to lift them up to my neck. “Baby, I’m taking you with me. You’re coming and I’m gonna let you watch me hurt them like they hurt you.”

He blinks at that, swallowing while he moves his eyes over my face. “What if you get caught?”

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