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“Maybe it’s time to be nice to her. I know you like to wait until after your first fight, then string them along and break them. Your father will be expecting that and has brought in a backup plan. Sax is more likely to kiss your father’s ass to get out of punishment.”
I stop throwing punches and turn to my uncle, my brows furrowed. Why the fuck is he being nice to me? Each man looks out for themselves. Even though we all have one common enemy.
“And make sure to dangle the carrot in front of your father; that you can easily destroy this friendship with her father.”
“And what do you gain from me doing this?”
He shrugs. “Nothing really. I don’t like you, but I hate Sax and your father more. And the sooner you take over from your father, you might just feel pity for me and let me get the fuck out of here. Teenagers fucking suck.”
I laugh at him, of course I would let him do what he wants. I have no need for him here or even care what he does with his life.
“I don’t give a shit what you do, as long as you stay the fuck away from me.”
Emory claps me on the shoulder as he mutters ditto. I wonder how the hell all the Briar’s got to be like this, none of us like each other and that goes back generations. My grandfather is a bigger dick than my father, and my aunt isn’t so bad, but she just throws money at her problems and hopes that’s enough to make them go away. Just like her parents did with her.
My father wants to bring my cousin in to make sure that I claim the girl, he might just want to be careful what he wishes for.
I spend another hour in the gym, working out my frustrations before I head back upstairs. Cyrus is pissed at all of us, and maybe that will keep her away from Cuyler. I don’t know why them being friends agitates me, but it does.
Because you like her,my conscience tells me.She is everything you want in a woman. She doesn’t drop to her knees for you, her snarky mouth is a turn on, and she is cute as a button and has enough money your father would even approve.
Fuck my conscience, he doesn’t know shit. Diesel Briar doesn’t fall for girls, I don’t want love or a happy ever after. I thought about it once, and my father ripped it out from underneath me. A lesson learned. He doesn’t want me to be happy, he wants me to be his minion.
I look at my phone and see I have a few hours to kill until I have to meet my father in the auditorium to get the start of this year's fights underway; it’s been this way for years. A representative from each school comes over here with their fighters and coaches. It’s a big deal and could be done via video link, but my father insists it’s a good way to size up our competition, not that I have any.
I shower and decide to see what Cyrus is up to. She is at her desk, doing what looks to be maths homework, something I really should be doing but don’t have the damn time. Maybe she would tutor me, I muse to myself. Yet the thought is instantly rejected by the feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I watch as she swings her legs, her cute Disney princess pyjama bottoms seem so childish for someone turning eighteen, but the Cuyler shirt she wears has my mood turning sour. I want to storm over to her and rip it off and make her wear mine.
Her phone starts to buzz, and I watch as she looks down at the display and hesitates. Why won’t she just answer it?
“Answer the damn phone,” I snap when she swings her chair my way, and I fixate on that damn shirt.
“Who is this?” she asks light-heartedly, she clearly knows who it is.
“How did you get my number?” She asks, looking over at me, and I don’t hide the fact that I’m listening in to her conversation. I lean back.
“Is that so? And if you were magic, as you say, then why call me out of everyone in the school?” She twirls on her desk chair, looking over at me curiously. “Have you just.” She laughs, moving from her desk to the edge of her bed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“What happens tonight?” she asks.
Fucking Cuyler, he is the only person she would talk to that would be stupid enough to mention tonight. Lux isn’t into phone calls, I know that for a fact. She will send a message over answering her phone.
“So what did you call for?”
I eye her curiously as she pulls her legs up onto the side of the bed and tucks them into the oversized Cuyler shirt, which gives me a slight view of her panties. Is she doing it on purpose, testing what I will do? Her cheeks go red at whatever he just said to her, and I start to imagine all the ways I’m going to beat his ass.
“So do you,” she says, slapping herself on her forehead, which makes me smirk. “Mmmm, I think everyone does. I should go… Because.”
Yes, Cyrus, you should go because knowing that my best friend made you blush does bad things to me. I’m picturing all the ways that I could make the heat rise in your cheeks.
“I have a roommate, and it’s rude to talk when they can hear.”
She starts to squirm under the scrutiny of my glare.
“Yes, actually,” is her reply to whatever he just said. She murmurs a goodbye and hangs up.
“Who was that?” I snap, moving to the same position she is sitting.
