I kicked at the dirt. “Yeah, and what’s that?”
“You’re fucking up Pythons, aren’t you?”
“What makes you think that?”
Onyx turned to face Ink. “Because there’s no way in hell you’d be able to hide your rage if you weren’t purging somehow. So, look me in the eye and tell me you’re not fucking up Pythons.”
Ink smirked at Onyx. “You bet your motherfucking ass we’re fucking up Pythons.”
“Ink,” I started, but he held up his hand while still looking Onyx in the eye.
“You want in?”
Onyx continued to stare at Ink for a few seconds. “Fuck, yeah.”
“Great.” Ink got up then turned toward me. “You know where to find me.”
I nodded, and he went inside the house. Son of a bitch didn’t even think twice about telling Onyx the truth. And within five seconds, Ink managed to get my little brother on board this shit show with us.
Onyx got up and stepped toward me. “I knew you were hiding something.”
“I wasn’t hiding it.” I stomped on my cigarette and brushed past him, not in the mood for another argument.
“Granite.”
I stopped. “What?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t think I had to.”
“Bullshit.”
I turned to face him. “This is not your fight.”
“Are you serious?” He narrowed his eyes. “Are you for real right now? Of course, this is my fight. This is all of our fight. Especially now.”
Pressing my fist against my chest, I glared at him. “This is my doing. I caused this, so this is my fight. Not yours.”
“Then why is Ink on it too? Why are you letting him in?”
“Because it’s the only way to keep his rage from consuming him.”
Onyx pulled his hair out of his face, cheeks red and eyes wild. He took a deep breath. “I know you and I have had our differences. And we don’t always see eye to eye. But you are still my brother, Granite. I still love you. And I can’t stand to watch you carry this burden alone.”
“It’s my burden to carry.”
“No, it’s not.” He shook his head. “No one blames you. Not even Ink blames you for what happened.”
“She does.” I bit my lip as the words left my mouth, Onyx’s stone expression softening a little.
“Only because she doesn’t know. She doesn’t understand. But once you tell her—”
“No.” I cut him off mid-sentence. “She doesn’t have to know anything.”
“What? Why? Granite, Alyx is busy killing herself over this.”
I snorted. “The only reason she’s unhappy is because of me. Because of what I let happen.”