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It’s worth being able to talk to her. Even if all of Sentry has to see the messages. Make sure it’s safe for her, and for the band.
“So what’s going on, bro?” Wrapping an arm around his shoulder, I tuck him back in. He resists at first but leans in and rests his head on my shoulder.
“I fucked up.” He repeats with a hoarse, hushed tone.
“I heard that part.” I jostle him a bit, trying to get him to open up. “C’mon, man. You have been with me at my worst. I saw the look.” I meet his gaze and ask the real question I need the answer to. “Who is he?”
Because I swear if he hurt my brother for the sake of fame or some sick gain from someone famous, I’ll have him take a swim.
I’m sure my twin could feel my afterthought that I dare not speak, but he doesn’t bring it up. Only shakes his head withwatery eyes that he diverts back to the floor where his hands pick at his nails.
“Who do you want there with you when the world comes crashing down?” Mac whispers the lyrics into the room, his tears sliding down his face and splatting on my leg.
It’s almost like code. His way of telling me that he’s right where I was just a few short weeks ago.
“What’d he do?” I ask my brother, stern and demanding.
I need to know. Cuz that motherfucker is going to lose something tonight.
And the severity will depend solely on what my brother says next.
“I fucked up, bro.” He chokes on the emotion, balls his fists against the ache I feel in his chest.
“Mac …”
“I fucked up and fell for a straight man.”
My head swims. Heart falls. My gut wrenches up so bad, I’m certain I’ll need medical assistance to untangle it.
I think my phone pings again, but I can’t hear it over the pressure building in me. The buzzing in my ears.
“What.” It comes out harsher than I mean, but I can’t help how protective I feel for my brother at this moment. Or how I’m already planning his demise.
Did this guy lead him on?
Did he even know that Mac’s into dick?
I have so many questions I feel like I need immediate answers for, but I cap my bullshit when Mac turns into me and fucking full-on sobs.
“I thought, maybe …” he sucks in a breath that heaves right back out of him. “I don’t fucking know, I just …”
I hold my brother, even as my chest splits in two and his heart bleeds out onto the floor.
“Macaroni.”
“I straight up fell in love with someone I can’t fucking have. He’s fucking straight.”
31
ARIA
Cedar has managed to evade me for way too long. It’s been weeks of pure cold shoulder from the woman I have called my best friend for years, my sister for longer than that.
Aurora is talking to me, but I can feel the strain from her every time my phone rings.
The studio is full of clients for my sister and walk-ins looking for a unique piece from me.
It’s also on round the clock guard supplied by the security agency that Rex uses, so a scary-looking stranger is perched at my door more often than not.
