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“We’ll send someone to fix this.” Ethan’s voice is barely audible as his gaze darts around the room. It’s a fucking carnage, but Xi shakes his head.
“Not in this fucking lifetime, no. That’s enough Kings in my house forever.”
“We just finished this morning,” Barbie sighs sadly. Her voice is high and light, like a real fucking angel surrounded by demons. I sound like an evil fiend next to her, with my unbothered, barely formed syllables.
“Don’t worry, cupcake. I’ll fix it all.”
She nods, hugging herself closer to her boyfriend. Would you look at that, another joyous couple rubbing their happiness on everything they touch.
I’m the first one out of the house, the brothers right behind me, close enough to grab me should I want to run.
I could have run. Less than an hour ago, I had a car and a left turn to take. But I’m too dumb for that.
Making a beeline for my car, I unlock it, ready to hide in there just as someone grabs my arm. Elliot lazily takes the keys out of my hand and pushes me to the side, right into his brother’s arms. Ethan doesn’t hold me the same way. It’s at arm’s length, more like a trash bag than something he wants to keep close.
“If you think you’re getting into a car on your own, think again,” Elliot says as he sits down in my seat and slides his palms against the steering wheel. “I’ll be bringing this pretty girl home.” He looks up, smiling brightly at me. “I’ve always wanted to drive your car.”
“No one but me drives my car. You can sit in the passenger seat, and I’ll drive to your house, but not in your wildest dreams will you drive her.”
Elliot’s snort is louder than Ethan’s low chuckle, but they’re both equally mocking me.
“Jade, my love,” Elliot drawls. His beautiful, low voice resonates deeply inside me. “The times where you made the decisions are over. Forget independence and forget demanding anything. We own your ass now. So if you don’t want it spanked until you cry, I suggest you take the mercy we’re currently giving and just let us take you home. Now go to Ethan’s truck and keep your mouth shut. Because that’s what good apologetic girls do.”
I grit not only at his words, but at the reaction I feel from this. Does he have to make everything sound so fucking suggestive?
Crossing my arms over my chest in the only act of rebellion I can afford, I shrug off Ethan and follow him to his truck.
“One scratch,” I mutter. “One and I’ll bury him alive.”
Ethan ignores me as he drives away, but I’m not about to let him get away with not talking to me and pretending he hates me when he clearly cared yesterday.
“Are we going to ignore the fact that you took care of me and haven’t talked to me since?”
Ethan is as antisocial as they come. His entire behavior screams to leave him alone, but he’s the one who decided to follow me to that bathroom and help me when I was about to make a stupid mistake.
He’s the one who caressed my hair with the palm of his hand, murmuring that I was beautiful.
The same person who hates being touched pulled my body against his.
“Ethan,” I snap. “You can’t just keep ignoring me. I’m going to be here until we rob that bank. Until May thirteenth, to be precise. Are you just going to pretend I don’t exist till then? You’re the one who fucking took care of me. I didn’t ask for anything.”
My nostrils flare when he just looks ahead and doesn’t react.
“You drive me fucking insane. You love to tell everyone you hate me because I slept with your brotherafteryou broke up with me. Because I dared to sleep around when I was single. But thenyoucame to me behind everyone’s back when I didn’t ask for anything.” I huff. “Three months with you is going to be a nightmare.”
“Just keep doing exactly what Elliot tells you, and you’ll be fine.”
That’s all he says during the whole ride. That simple sentence with an undertone of rage.
I wish Ethan hated me loudly. Like I do. I wish he’d scream and shout and give me a reason to fight.
The silence is just too painful.
Ethan slams the front door behind us the moment we cross it. Elliot is already here since I saw my car parked in front of their house. His brother strides to the hallway, and I hear the slamming of his bedroom door before a song from My Chemical Romance starts resonating within his walls.
“What did you do?” Elliot’s voice comes from the kitchen. He appears in the doorframe and crosses his arms over his broad chest.
“He’s a drama queen. And a hypocrite.” I look Elliot up and down. He’s dressed so simply in black jeans and a blink-182 t-shirt. It’s weird how good these things look on him. “I want the keys to my car.”
