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Thankfully, my cell phone rings before he can ask any more questions. Popping up out of my seat like my ass were on fire, I snatch it up and answer without looking at the screen.
“Hello.”
“Why didn’t you tell us Jamie was coming to town?” Isabelle demands on a huff.
“I didn’t know until last night.” I snort. Isabelle loves my brother, but not like she does Hellhound. No, it’s more like a friend and sibling type connection. Shit, Jamie’s had the big brother feel with all of my friends, well except for Juniper who he didn’t really care for. That should have been a sign then and there, but none of us knew she was batshit crazy.
“Do you know how long he’s in town for?”
“I don’t, but I’ll find out.”
“Good, we’re going to have a cookout at the clubhousetomorrow and you’re bringing him. Everyone wants to meet him.”
I swallow and groan. “Everyone? As in, who is everyone?”
“You know Ivy, Sutton, Everleigh, me,” she answers. “Oh, and Stella wants to meet him. Of course, because we all want to see him, the guys are demanding to meet him if he’s going to get anywhere near any of us.”
“Great,” I mutter, “can’t wait. What time?”
The last thing I want to do is go to the clubhouse for a cookout. Means I’ll end up seeing Scythe.
Isabelle gives me a time, and I hang up. I drop the phone on the counter and look at my brother. “So, it looks like we’re gonna be going to the clubhouse tomorrow for a cookout.”
“Sounds good to me,” he remarks and holds his mug up in assault. “It’ll be fun. Today we’ll spend it at the gun range and how about we go four-wheeling?”
At the mention of both, I perk up and smile brightly. “That sounds awesome!”
I love going to the shooting range. Jamie and my dad taught me how to shoot and respect guns. However, Jamie taught me how to break down, clean, and so much more. I can shoot a sniper rifle with the best of them. Jamie claims I could do it for a living, but I prefer working in the salon I took over for our parents, well, for my mom.
Even better, going to the mud park will give me one more chance to get some time in before heading four hours south for an event. I’m supposed to leave soon, and no one knows why or where I’m going. Or that I’m competing.
I’m not ready for anyone to know I have the dirt bike and that I’m good at it. The very thought of anyone finding out makes me edgy, and I don’t want to lose my nerve. I’ve been in two other events and won with no one knowing. If they did, I’d choke up, and I can’t have that. Today, I’ll work with just the four-wheeler It’s not that I want to do it for a living, but it’s a hobby, and I enjoy it more than anyone knows.
If I didn’t focus on the event and what I’ll be doing at it, I’d end up wallowing in self-pity, which I can’t allow.
CHAPTER4
SCYTHE
“You still in a pissy mood?” Styxx asks, coming in my room.
I glance up from the computer to meet my brother’s gaze. “Who says I’m in a pissy mood?”
Not saying I’m not, because we all know I’ve been in a foul mood since the other night at Keeper’s Pub and seeing Josephine throw herself at that guy. I still don’t know who he is. I’ve been doing everything possible to not think of the two of them together in her house doing fuck knows what. I thought about taking one of the PPs and using them to take my mind off her, but I don’t. The thought of it brings the vision of her in the doorway of my room seeing me with two.
Then other images popped into its place, and I think about the very idea of tying Josephine to my bed and doing wicked things to that sweet body of hers. There’s no way I’d put her in the swing. I’ve thought about taking it down, but I haven’t yet. I’ve also thought about getting a few things just for Josephine, thought I don’t intend to take her to my bed. Then again, if I don’t, it’ll drive me insane.
The whole situation in my head is fucked.
“Scythe, remember, brother, I’m your damn twin, and I know you. Better than anyone else ever could.” Styxx snorts. He sits on the edge of my bed, leans forward, and braces his elbows on his knees. “So, you gonna tell me what’s got you so pissed or should I take a guess?”
“Don’t even start,” I mutter. “I’m not discussing this shit like a bunch of old cronies sitting on a front porch gossiping about our feelings.”
“Damn, you definitely got your panties in a twist.”
I shoot him a glare, and he has the nerve to laugh even harder as he spoke those fucking words to me.
“Do you have a reason for being in here or are you just here to piss me off even more?” It’s not like I don’t have work to do. I’ve been working on tracking down more information on those bastards who were Everleigh’s family along with finding more details on the group Scarlet Needles. I’ve even started looking into the group Dusan Morozov told us about. I don’t have time to deal with anything else. Not with everything else we’ve got to deal with.
