Chapter 4
“What the fuck is thematter with you?” Bodie asked, watching as I kicked the tire of my bike, pissed that I couldn’t loosen the fucking rear axle nut to remove the tire before I could change the flat. Watching the frame rock back and forth, I was glad I remembered to strap the front and rear of the bike to the jack before I started. Didn’t need that heavy motherfucker crashing to the ground because it got off balance once I removed the tire. I’d seen brothers get hurt in the past with that kind of oversight.
Ten minutes earlier, I walked outside, finding my rear tire flat. I’d rolled over a goddamn nail yesterday and didn’t realize it. Not to mention I’d ridden too long on the tire, and the tread was worn out.
Fuck my life.
“Not in the mood, bro.”
“Yeah, I can see that. Tryin’ to figure out why.”
“That’s the whole fucking point of not being in the mood. I don’t want to talk about it.” I gave him a look, hoping he’d take the hint.
Not a chance. My cousin was a nosy fucker.
“It?” He stroked his beard, smirking. “You get some pussy last night, and now you’re feelin’ guilty?”
“Fuck off.”
“Listen, it doesn’t mean—”
“Stop talking,” I growled, cutting him off.
“Well, if you prefer beating off, that’s on you. Just sayin’ a man has needs—”
I stood up from where I’d been crouching, tossing down the wrench. My fist swung, connecting with his jaw.
Bodie stumbled back, grinning as he ticked his head my way. “Alright. Show me what you got, brother.”
I led with my right, leaning into the hit as I punched him in the gut. Bodie rushed forward, slamming into my chest as we tumbled to the ground. Just like when we were boys, we rolled on the floor, taking hits and throwing punches until we had to pause out of exhaustion.
We managed not to let our Reapers take control which proved neither of us wanted to hurt the other. I was just pissed, and Bodie had reached the limit of his patience. Now that we let out some of the shit bottled up inside us, we were ready to talk.
Rael appeared in the open bay of the garage, his eyes brightening at the thought of bloodshed. “Can I get in on this?”
“No!” Bodie and I shouted at the same time.
Rael pouted. “Fine.”
“Go,” Bodie snarled. “This is between my cousin and me.”
Rael snickered, holding up his hands. “Fine.”
Surprised he left without argument, I shook my head. “He’s almost as nosy as you.”
“Fucker.” Bodie wiped his hand across his mouth, clearing the blood from his lip. “What’s really got you so twisted?”