Raven
“Get your fucking boots off of the damn table. Why is it so hard for you to remember that one rule?” I yelled at Wyatt, throwing my keys down on the kitchen table along with my leather jacket and purse.
With a forced eye roll, he did as I asked before craning his neck to look over at me.
“How was your shift, princess?” The question slivered out of my brother’s lips before he took another shot of whiskey.
“I quit.” I huffed down onto the couch next to him, tugging a blanket over my lap.
Wyatt’s eyes grew ten times as he realized what I had just admitted. “What in the fuck do you mean, you quit?”
Running my hand over my tired face, I sighed. “Luke was being his typical handsy self and I snapped. I elbowed him in the face for grabbing my ass behind the counter again while I was helping out a customer. I just can’t handle his bullshit.”
“I had to pull a shit-load of strings to land you that gig. What the fuck, Raven? You only worked there for a week!” he bellowed, anger starting to bubble up from deep in his gut.
“Don’t worry, I am sure your job is safe. I’ll find something else.” I leaned farther back onto the couch, grabbing my phone out of my pocket to start looking through job postings.
“You just made my life hell—you know that, right? Luke is going to be all over my ass first thing in the morning.”
“Cry me a fucking river, Wy. You should be fucking furious that he was groping your little sister, not mad at me for defending myself.”
Sucking in a forced breath, his hand landed on mine. “You’re right, but fuck you.”
“I love you too, big brother.” I playfully blew him a kiss with a little wink.
“Want me to beat his ass?”
I shook my head. “We need you to keep your job to pay the bills right now. Besides, the shiner I left him with is all the punishment that douche-nozzle needs.”
“I am proud of you, sis.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled, scrolling through the limited employment opportunities I was qualified for.
Bag boy—fuck no.
Day care worker—no.
Receptionist at a law office—nope.
Bartender—maybe.
“Fuck this small town. There’s nothing good out there.” I tossed my phone down onto the coffee table, grabbing the bottle of Wild Turkey out of Wyatt’s large tattooed hand. I let the harsh amber liquid slide down my throat while I thought about how far off course my life had gone.
Once upon a time, I was in nursing school online, engaged to a doctor, pregnant with our first child, ready to move out of this small town and make something of myself. Ditching my ex was something I didn’t regret in the slightest, but it’d definitely started me down the path I was on, and I felt like I was so far from where I had wanted to be.
“Seth?”I called into the house, dropping my bag of textbooks by the front door. I had been at the library studying for finals and was dead on my feet. My eyes burned from reading and making flashcards for hours on end.
“Oh God! Yes! Give me that cock!” I heard a woman’s voice squeal from my bedroom down the hall.
What in the fuck?
I flew to the room to find a perky blonde no more than nineteen years old bouncing on my fiancé’s dick. His eyes were squeezed shut as he moaned with pleasure while the chick rode him in our bed.
“What in the fuck is going on here?” I screamed, grabbing a fistful of the girl’s hair. I pulled her off of my man, flinging her onto the hardwood floor at my feet.
Seth’s eyes popped open instantly, finally realizing he’d been caught. “Raven, I-I can explain,” he stammered, frantically trying to tug his boxers on.
The girl was cowering in the corner, clutching clothes to her bare body.