He wasn’t fucking her, bending her over the side of the couch and stabbing into her like a demon possessed by passion, like I’d expected.
I knew he couldn’t last. He’s weak.
I’m not weak.
I’ll do what I should have done before. I will take care of the problem.
I didn’t expect to see what I saw, though. I should have, but I didn’t. I thought she was different, that she was smarter than the dirty cum sluts who grovel at the feet of my brother and then cry about it, like they didn’t know they’d get fucked in more ways than one.
I thought Rae was better. She was pure, innocent. A virgin.
She’s not anymore, though.
She’s just another whore who ignored all the hard work I put in and went straight for the asshole who doesn’t give a fuck about her. Once again, the nice guy finished last.
I step toward the door, holding the gun pointed at the floor.
Never again.
The nice guy finished last for the last time.
I stop when I hear footsteps thudding past my room. The bathroom door closes, and the shower goes on. The fucking bastard thinks I slept through this one like I did last time, that he’ll get away with this. That he’ll wash her blood off his dick and crash onto the bed across the room, and I’ll never know that he broke our pact. That once again, he couldn’t keep his dick out of every girl he lays eyes on. Even knowing it’s the one I want didn’t stop him. Nothing stops Maddox from getting what he wants. He doesn’t give a fuck about loyalty, about brotherhood. Maddox cares about two things, and two things only—himself and his dick.
I step out into the hall and swing my body in the direction of the living room. I hear her soft sobs as I creep down the hall. What did she expect? The whore jumped on his dick after he told her he didn’t care. I know he did. Maddox doesn’t lie. It’s not because he’s above deception. He just doesn’t care enough to pretend to give a fuck.
And yet, there she was, riding his dick and crying his name. I thought they’d crashed at Billy’s when I got home to find them still gone, but they came home in time to fuck on the couch, probably hoping I’d hear. Or maybe they’ve been doing it all along, and they got sloppy because they know I’m a heavy sleeper. They didn’t know I’d get up to take a piss and see her bouncing on his dick. It didn’t look like the first time.
Have they been sneaking around behind my back from the start? Maddox knows I honor my word, but it means nothing to him. His word has no meaning to him, so why would mine? He has no honor, so his word is cheap.
I’m only surprised he hasn’t rubbed it in my face instead of keeping it a secret. It must have been her idea to hide it. My brother may not be deceptive, but this bitch is. She let me think she’d chosen me, let me work for her love and do nice things for her. She acted like she was respectable, a good girl. All the while she was spreading her legs like the cheapest whore, probably letting Maddox fuck every hole raw, fill them with his cum without even making him shower after he railed some cheer slut in the locker room after school.
I step up behind the couch, where I saw her head bobbing as she rode him like a porn star. Part of me hopes in that fraction of a second that it’ll be some other slut he brought home to fuck, Scarlet or Lexi or Mariana. If he’ll fuck his own brother’s girl, he’s sure as hell not above fucking another Crow’s bitch.
Rae’s curled up on the couch, her small body shaking with sobs.
Of course she is. Maddox wouldn’t be gentle.
It gives me a small amount of comfort that this was probably the first time.
Not that the tears prove that. Maddox is a savage to all his lays, from the easiest to the most resistant, forcing them to take every inch and then calling them loose when he’s done wrecking their cunts. He’s shared enough of his fuck toys for me to know how he operates.
Still holding the pistol aimed at the floor, I cock it, and she finally hears me. She looks up, her eyes puffy and swimming with tears, her nose swollen and red in the early morning light filtering in from the kitchen. She looks like shit. That makes me feel better somehow. I’m glad she’s in pain, both physical and emotional. She deserves it for choosing him.
“Lennox?” she whispers, her voice tremulous.
“I told you to watch out for him.”
Tears burst from her eyes, and she chokes on another sob. “You’re right,” she blubbers into her hands. “I’m sorry, Lennox. I’m so sorry. I should have listened.”
Vindication swells inside me. She’s not rubbing it in my face. She regrets it.
Of course she does. She’s just like every other dumb bitch in the long line of hearts Maddox has trampled without even noticing.
Usually, I don’t pick up the pieces because I don’t care any more than he does. My brother’s sociopathic nature is an annoyance, not much more. If he shares them, I take it like the fucking charity case I am. If he doesn’t, she’s just another girl to mark off the list of potential lays for me.
But this time, I do care. And if I care, maybe he could too.
I’ve never bothered with a girl he’s used and discarded. But what if I did? Would he get pissed over it, or laugh at me for taking his sloppy seconds?