beginning to feel. Like the world is over before it even got started.
“Just let you be Destin?” She says slowly as Angela scampers off of me. “Mistake learned.”
“Azura-”
“Don't.” Her lifted hand clamps my mouth shut. “Get your shit and get the hell out of my house McCoy. ”
Angela tries, “Azura-”
“Out of my face,” she snaps at her sister.
Struggling with the tie to her robe she disappears.
She is officially the worst sister in the world.
Immediately I try again, “Azura-”
“Do not make me repeat myself.”
Frustrated, I hop out of bed, grab my clothes and slip them on as quick as possible. I twitch to say something else but that's when she turns and storms off. On my way out, I notice her grabbing the mop and broom, faint cries escaping her. Wanting to help, to fix this giant misunderstanding, I take a step in that direction.
When her eyes meet mine again, she sniffles. “Please, just go.”
I nod. With a deep sigh I run my fingers across my forehead impressed at the speed my life seems to be making a habit of turning from golden to shit.
Check the World Record. Pretty sure you'll see my face there.
After a long ride around the city filled with a pit stop for gas and a bagel since I didn't get anything in me for breakfast, I park my bike next to Drew's. There's a small tug in my chest knowing that's where Daniel's bike used to be. Should be. Is supposed to be. Another grunt escapes me as I drop my helmet on my seat.
Entering through the garage I'm surprised to see it vacant of everyone except Wrench. Confused I toss my head at him. “Where the hell is everyone?”
“Mandatory family lunch meeting upstairs.”
Immediately I pull out my phone to see the emergency texts from Madden to bring my ass home.
Great. This day is just gonna keep getting fucking worse.
“I was told to hold down the fort,” he says before having another bite of his sandwich.
“So you annihilating a turkey club is you doing that?”
Wrench sucks dressing off his fingers. “It's a BLT man.”
“That's what matters,” I mumble and head for the staircase that's connected.
Quickly I rush up and inside to see my brothers and Knox gathered in front of the television I am beginning to loathe since it's sole purpose now seems to be a way for The Devil to communicate.
“Right. On. Time,” he says, spotting me. “The man of the hour.”
I slide my keys into my pocket and approach the backside of the couch where I drop my hands. “The most wanted man in America.”
“Flattered.” He waves a hand at me. Seconds later he has a bite from a slice of watermelon. “You know...you McCoys don't seem to fucking get it.”
Drew who is sitting directly in front of me questions, “What's that?”
“Killing you off is simple.” The words tense Madden who is located on the other couch beside Knox. Her hand clamps down on his thigh to keep him in place. “It's not even fun anymore.” He sucks his teeth. “It was kind of fun in the beginning, now it's just sad...” On that note we all strain to stay still. “Problem is you're now becoming pests.”
“Our turn to be flattered,” Drew quips.
The Devil's eyes lock onto me. “At first it wasn't a big deal. So you closed a few bank accounts. Had a house taken here, a vacation home there. My plates tagged, ran, and followed. Warehouses shut down. Drug routes blocked. A man can live with that.”
I smirk widely.
Damn right I'm proud. You see how rattled he is?
“But then you took it too far. Fuck with my money, fuck with my drugs, but never fuck with a man's plane!” Enraged he points the rind of the slice at me. “Never fuck with a man's ability to tour the skies!” He chucks the fruit and lifts his eyebrows at his tantrum. “My helicopter! Then my plane! Too far Geeky McCoy! Too fucking far!” His voice rises.
“Just let you be Destin?” She says slowly as Angela scampers off of me. “Mistake learned.”
“Azura-”
“Don't.” Her lifted hand clamps my mouth shut. “Get your shit and get the hell out of my house McCoy. ”
Angela tries, “Azura-”
“Out of my face,” she snaps at her sister.
Struggling with the tie to her robe she disappears.
She is officially the worst sister in the world.
Immediately I try again, “Azura-”
“Do not make me repeat myself.”
Frustrated, I hop out of bed, grab my clothes and slip them on as quick as possible. I twitch to say something else but that's when she turns and storms off. On my way out, I notice her grabbing the mop and broom, faint cries escaping her. Wanting to help, to fix this giant misunderstanding, I take a step in that direction.
When her eyes meet mine again, she sniffles. “Please, just go.”
I nod. With a deep sigh I run my fingers across my forehead impressed at the speed my life seems to be making a habit of turning from golden to shit.
Check the World Record. Pretty sure you'll see my face there.
After a long ride around the city filled with a pit stop for gas and a bagel since I didn't get anything in me for breakfast, I park my bike next to Drew's. There's a small tug in my chest knowing that's where Daniel's bike used to be. Should be. Is supposed to be. Another grunt escapes me as I drop my helmet on my seat.
Entering through the garage I'm surprised to see it vacant of everyone except Wrench. Confused I toss my head at him. “Where the hell is everyone?”
“Mandatory family lunch meeting upstairs.”
Immediately I pull out my phone to see the emergency texts from Madden to bring my ass home.
Great. This day is just gonna keep getting fucking worse.
“I was told to hold down the fort,” he says before having another bite of his sandwich.
“So you annihilating a turkey club is you doing that?”
Wrench sucks dressing off his fingers. “It's a BLT man.”
“That's what matters,” I mumble and head for the staircase that's connected.
Quickly I rush up and inside to see my brothers and Knox gathered in front of the television I am beginning to loathe since it's sole purpose now seems to be a way for The Devil to communicate.
“Right. On. Time,” he says, spotting me. “The man of the hour.”
I slide my keys into my pocket and approach the backside of the couch where I drop my hands. “The most wanted man in America.”
“Flattered.” He waves a hand at me. Seconds later he has a bite from a slice of watermelon. “You know...you McCoys don't seem to fucking get it.”
Drew who is sitting directly in front of me questions, “What's that?”
“Killing you off is simple.” The words tense Madden who is located on the other couch beside Knox. Her hand clamps down on his thigh to keep him in place. “It's not even fun anymore.” He sucks his teeth. “It was kind of fun in the beginning, now it's just sad...” On that note we all strain to stay still. “Problem is you're now becoming pests.”
“Our turn to be flattered,” Drew quips.
The Devil's eyes lock onto me. “At first it wasn't a big deal. So you closed a few bank accounts. Had a house taken here, a vacation home there. My plates tagged, ran, and followed. Warehouses shut down. Drug routes blocked. A man can live with that.”
I smirk widely.
Damn right I'm proud. You see how rattled he is?
“But then you took it too far. Fuck with my money, fuck with my drugs, but never fuck with a man's plane!” Enraged he points the rind of the slice at me. “Never fuck with a man's ability to tour the skies!” He chucks the fruit and lifts his eyebrows at his tantrum. “My helicopter! Then my plane! Too far Geeky McCoy! Too fucking far!” His voice rises.
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