Break Me (Brayshaw High) - Meagan Brandy Page 0,56
she lifts it to her mouth.
For a split second, the cooled glass sits against her lips, but then Brielle’s eyes fall to the bottle, and she doesn’t hesitate to set it on the floor near her feet.
Raven looks to me as a low chuckle leaves me, and I meet her eyes.
I push to stand, lifting a beer from the ice bucket I had set behind the bar.
“Royce, what are you gonna do with her?” Raven’s questions got nothing to do with right now, and everything to do with the fact that Brielle is here at all.
So, I tell her.
“I’m gonna do the farthest thing from what big brother wanted,” I tell her. “I’m gonna throw her in the deep end.” I pop the top with my teeth, sliding the ridged cap along my palm, before tossing it to her.
She catches it with ease, gauging me. “Throw her in the deep end... and watch her sink.”
“Nah, RaeRae.” I spin, walking backward so I can keep our gazes locked, a small smirk pulling at my lips. “Imma teach her how to swim.”
I turn around, making my way to Brielle.
The girl knows I’m coming, but she doesn’t look up until my left hand is planted on the table beside her elbow, my body leaning over hers.
She grins when I set a fresh bottle of beer directly in front of her, but that grin turns into a small frown when I lift her retired beer bottle from the ground and bring it to my lips.
I knock it back, setting the empty glass beside her as I bend at the knees to bring us face-to-face.
She watches me closely, confusion whirling in her crazy cool eyes.
I pull my lips back, revealing the tiny pill capsule between my teeth, and whisper, “Good girl.”
Her eyes widen when I bite it open, the inside powder spilling on my tongue, a small splash of her new beer to wash it down.
Micah knows to watch the ballplayer, my brothers know to watch them all, so I stand with ease, make my way across the room for my own drink, and slip behind the satin curtained room on the right to join MacMoney and his honey.
She didn’t panic this morning when we ran her off the road, thought quick and found a weapon to defend herself.
She didn’t drink from the bottle she left unattended, aware anything could happen anywhere.
It’s to say little Bishop is off to a good little start.
Now it’s time to fuckin’ party.
Chapter 15
Royce
Maddoc comes to get me when the fights are set to start and in perfect fucking timing. My bodies starting to heat, so it’s either I turn the place into a strip club or find something else to focus on.
He glances over my shoulder. “The girl, she sittin’ with us?”
“No, no.” I tap at my chest, and my palm decides to flatten there. “It ain’t like that. This is business.”
“As in she’s going to handle your business?” Raven teases.
“And I’ll find someone to help me out with that later. Not her.”
“It’s a fuckin’ chair, brother.” Maddoc frowns. “Yes or no?”
“I said no, dick, and it ain’t just a chair and you pricks know it.”
He grins, pulling Raven into his chest and draping his arms over her shoulders.
After Raven got pregnant, Maddoc had concrete, above-crowd seats put in at the edge of the main circle, blocked and gated from the regular crowd who’s still allowed ringside, just not along the line of six chairs forever reserved for us.
That’s right.
Six.
As in four for my pussy-whipped brothers and their queens, and two left for me and whoever I want in the other one.
I don’t want anyone in it.
I’m a loner, a lost boy.
I’ve got my brothers and RaeRae, VicVee, too.
Little Zo and soon another little to play with.
Little.
Brielle’s fuckin’ little.
Tiny and Tink-like.
“Royce.”
“Huh?” I look to Maddoc when he snaps.
“Stop fucking rubbing your leg.”
I look down, my hands at my sides and sure as shit... rubbing.
I tear my hands away, running them through my hair, and a grin takes over.
“Fuck.” Maddoc shakes his head with a chuckle. “You’re fuckin rollin’. Want me to find Mac?”
“Nah, brother, where you think I came from? He’s watchin’, wherever he is now, and it was only half a pill, I didn’t want to fuck the girl up if she was dumb enough to drink it. I’m chill. Gonna drown it out with a couple quick shots anyway.”