Harlow shifts in his seat, opening the door and climbing out of the car suddenly. He walks to the back of the car and opens the trunk. I can hear him moving things around, but I can’t see what he’s doing.
He then starts to walk around the car with something in his hand. His eyes are forward, fixed on the building.
What the hell is he doing? The thought makes me quirk a brow.
A light flickers in the darkness, exploding into a full flame. I watch that flame as it flies through the air, and smashes into the glass. The flame disappears into the black hole of the window.
I’m in shock as I sit, unsure if this is all really happening. Harlow starts to laugh as he lights another firebomb and throws into another window.
That’s when I see it. Flames start to grow, the light small and weak at first, until it roars to life as it’s fed. The black window is now rolling with hot arms and red embers.
Launching out of the car, I run to his side, and grab him by the arm. “What the fuck are you doing? What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Harlow’s head slowly turns to face me, his smile folding into a deep frown. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” He takes a step forward, bumping his chest against mine. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Growling, I shove him back, and run toward the building. I want to put the fire out. I have to put the fire out. Scanning the back wall, I’m praying I see a hose or a fire extinguisher, something, anything to douse the flames.
Nothing.
Harlow runs up behind me, locking his arm around my neck and tearing me back. “Look at it. She deserves this. Her entire fucking family deserves to suffer for my pain, for our pain. I spent months in that fucking cell because of her. At the sentencing, her family looked at me like I was garbage, like they have the right to judge me. They don’t.”
Pulling back his arm, he punches me in the gut.
“And now she’s got you wrapped around her little finger. Does she fuck you in the ass with that finger too?”
Grunting loudly, I’m able to break away. Digging my fingers into the collar of his shirt, I strike him back, connecting with his chin. My knuckles crunch under the weight it, causing his head to snap to the side.
We’re fighting, hand to hand, brother to brother. The fire behind us is growing bigger by the second, pouring out the windows. A loud crash explodes behind us as the heat causes more windows to buckle under the pressure.
We both duck naturally, and that’s when I hear the sirens in the distance.
Not again.
He did it again. It’s just like that night all over.
Jumping to my feet, I can feel my face starting to swell and my eyes beginning to close from where he hit me.
Glancing to my left, Harlow is pulling himself up off the ground. I’m not waiting for him this time. He’s on his own. This isn’t what I signed up for. There was never any money, it was all about Prairie.
Revenge.
Taking off out of the parking lot, my brother yells something to me, but I can’t hear what it is he’s saying. And I don’t really give shit either.
“Hey, you all right?” her voice soothes my soul, calming my nerves.
Opening my eyes, Prairie is over me, concern resting on her face.
“I think so. Why?”
“You’re sweating like a pig, and you were tossing and turning in your sleep.”
“It’s nothing, just a bad dream.”
“You want to talk about it?” she asks, running her fingers up and down the outside of my arm.
“Nah, I’m awake now, that makes it all better.”
“Well, good, because you’ve got to get up. The big game is tonight, and you need to be at practice in a few.”
Pushing up in bed, I stretch my arms over my head and yawn. “Thanks, Mom.”
Chucking her pillow at me, she grabs her bag off the chair, and throws it over her shoulder. “I’ll see you later tonight. I got classes all day.”
“You sure you need to leave right now?” I ask, grabbing my morning wood and smirking. “I think someone would like to say hello.”
Her eyes dart to my cock, cheeks turning red as she bites her lip. “I can’t, I have a calculus test this morning.” Walking around the bed to my side, she pulls back the covers, exposing my dick.
Prairie leans over, running her tongue up the bottom of my shaft, and around the swollen head, sucking my entire length into her mouth. My eyes roll back in my head as I fall into my pillow and groan.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
Her mouth is warm and wet, sucking me into the back of her throat. Her tongue swirls around the tip, tasting me like a lollipop. Bobbing her head up and down, her cheeks hollow as she gags a little when I jerk my hips and hit the back of her throat.