Badd Motherf*cker by Jasinda Wilder

Author:Jasinda Wilder [Wilder, Jasinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: NLA Digital LLC
Published: 2016-10-27T04:00:00+00:00

10

Sebastian

I heard the apartment door open and close, and knew Dru had left. Whether for good or just to think, I wasn’t sure, and tried to tell myself I didn’t care.

I pulled on a pair of jeans commando and left my room, found Zane lounging on the couch with a beer, watching some action flick on cable TV.

There was half a bottle of Jack in the cabinet above the fridge, and despite the hour, I needed it. Not even noon and I was already a mess over that woman. I dug out the bottle, a block of cheese from the fridge and a knife from the block, and sat down beside Zane on the couch, cutting myself a thick slice of Colby Jack and shoving it into my mouth.

Zane watched me twist the top off the Jack, just sort of staring at me oddly. I got the bottle to my lips, tipped it back, and then his hand flashed out and snatched the bottle from me, spilling whiskey all over my bare chest.

“What the fuck, dude?” I demanded.

He snatched the cap from me before I could react, twisted it back on, and tossed the bottle across the room. “The fuck are you doing, dumbass?”

“Drinking? Because I’m an adult and I can?” I pushed up off the couch, but Zane’s fist slammed into my chest and knocked me back onto the couch.

“No, you’re not. You’re a fucking dumbass. The dumbest dumbass I’ve ever met, and that includes the first-day washouts at SEAL training. You let that girl walk out the door and don’t go after her, you might as well cut off your teeny-weeny little boy balls, because you sure as fuck don’t deserve ’em.” He indicated the bottle of Jack with an angry wave of his hand. “And instead of manning the fuck up, you’re gonna hide in the bottom of a bottle like some wet behind the ear yellow-belly pussy? You’re a pussy. Fuck you, pussy-boy.”

I stood up, rage rising inside me. Who the fuck did he think he was?

I stomped across the room, snatched the bottle, and moved toward the kitchen. I’d planned to put it away, but Zane must’ve interpreted my action as intent to drink anyway.

He was across the room and in my face in a flash. “I can kick your ass, Bast, and you’d better not fucking forget it.” He took the bottle from me and set it far too gently on the counter, then returned to stand an inch in front of my face, his voice deadly quiet. “Thought Dad raised us better than to pussy out of the hard shit, especially by drinking.”

I let my anger show, then. “Do not bring Dad into this, you bastard.”

The door opened, and both of us turned to see who it was.

Baxter was standing in the doorway with Brock behind him. Both were damp from the rain and looking a little shocked. Zane and I quarrelled almost as much as Canaan and Corin did, but for us to show true anger at each other was very rare.

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