But it sounded weak to my ears.
Unc and Vladdy were staring, and Vladdy dropped his cards onto the table.
“I’m out.”
“You lost your goddamn mind?” Uncle put in. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you say that about Polly?”
Grease was smirking at me.
“Not like you to keep a woman to yourself anyways. Why don’t you let that fat pussy out so I can get in there and fuck it out, really cream that old ass with both our jizz.”
“Too far,” I snarled. “She’s not here for randoms to fuck.”
“I’m not a random, I’m your goddamn brother.”
He stuck out his tongue, mimicking grabbing Polly’s ass and guzzling up her asshole.
“Come on, bro. I want to see if I can ruin her there.”
“Hell no!”
Grease tried to block it, but my fist landed on his face and I didn’t stop with one blow, kicking his chair away as I stomped down on his ribs as they broke with a splintering crack.
Blind red rage filled my vision and it wasn’t until Fizz roared deafeningly in my ear that I was knocked out of it.
“You planning to kill him, boss? No skin off my nose either way, but you’re going in that direction.”
Reluctantly, I pulled off my brother’s battered face, then took Grease by the throat and dragged him out the door. That scarlet fury still pulsing at the corners of my vision, I threw him down the road.
He was wheezing, clutching his ribs.
“Fuck bro. Damn. I didn’t think you’d ever choose some bitch over your own brother.”
“Get the hell out of here!”
“I’ll be back,” Grease gasped. “You can’t run a MC pussy-whipped.”
“I’ll fuck you up worse if I see your face again,” I warned, and then Vladdy was there, kicking Grease forward onto the gravel and following him down the drive.
Fuck, my lower back was twinging now. I wasn’t as young as I used to be, but I was plenty young enough to kick my brother’s ass.
As I straightened up carefully, I glanced down the road.
There was a prickling on the back of my neck.
Something wasn’t right.
What was it?
Everything looked to be in order, all the trucks in a neat line.
But wait, where was Polly’s old beater I’d been working on? That I told her never to drive or I was going to spank her ass red?
It wasn’t there.
Now why would Polly be leaving the house without telling me? And not in the truck? She’d been craving some fries and ice cream maybe. Or she needed a run on crafting supplies.
Or. . .