He was not burying his brother here, so he could drop his remains next to Catherine.
That would kill him.
Instead of saying anything, he hefted him up, and he carried his brother to the bathroom. It was a small room, anda tight fit, but he got him onto the floor. That’s when he knew Callen wasn’t going to enjoy this.
“Sorry, Bro, but the booze has to go.”
Then, Ethan shoved his fingers down this brother’s throat to make him gag.
Oh, and it worked.
Callen started puking.
It was a bottomless pit of vomit as he kept purging up all of the Jack.
Yeah, he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t be around Jack without dire consequences.
It was hereditary.
As Callen puked, Ethan hit the water to turn it on. Someone needed to sober up, and fast.
Pulling his hair tie from his hair, he carefully tied up Callen’s so he didn’t get vomit in it. Then, he began pulling off his things and tossing them out of the way.
It looked like they were taking a shower together. Thankfully, Callen wouldn’t remember this.
He hoped.
When his brother was done puking, Ethan pulled him up and shoved him into the shower. Then, he got in with him, pinning him to the wall.
“Bro, you know better,” Ethan said. “She could have killed you with all that booze. You know she’s gunning for anyone with our DNA and will stop at nothing. She’d give her left tit to get a child from one of us.”
Callen was miserable.
“You wanted something with me, and I told you to leave,” he whispered.
As his brother was talking, Ethan held him up. He was in his boxers, and they were soaked. Callen was wearing his birthday suit and still had an erection.
Honestly, with all that booze, and Kaya gone, he shouldn’t be up still. Now, he hoped that she didn’t slip him something else to make sure he could perform in bed.
He’d kill her.
Bet on it.
Because by now, the humiliation of this should have ended that last part. Then again, he knew Kaya. She’d pretend to drink, just to get Callen drunk, to take advantage of him.
She was sick like that.
“Well, luckily for you, CJ, I don’t do what people tell me to do, and clearly, neither do you, or you wouldn’t have let that shark into your home. So, stop worrying about what you said to me. I know why you told me to go. Thank you for loving me enough to want to save me.”
At his words, Callen wept even more.
The problem with being drunk was you hadZEROinhibition. A drunk would run their mouths—like he was about to do.
Common sense checked out, and stupidity checked in.
“It’s not that,” he whispered. “I didn’t tell you to go because I wanted to save you.”
Ethan was confused.
