pissed.”
“You heard everything?”
“California heard everything.” He returned his eyes to the road and maneuvered through the streets of New York.
“I wonder why he’s so angry…”
“He and Janice okay?”
“Last time I checked…”
“I have no idea. Maybe something happened at the shop.”
“Wouldn’t he just tell me over the phone?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You know him better than I do.” Sean turned down the side street toward the shop. We managed to find a parking space at the curb.
“I’m worried. The last time he was that pissed, he cut me out of his life forever.” Those were some dark times.
“We’ll find out.”
It was past eight, so we knew the shop would be closed. When we reached the door, it was unlocked. Sean opened it and let me walk inside first. Ryan was pacing in the room, wearing a suit.
My brother never wore a suit. “What’s up…?”
He moved his hand through his hair then did it again. “I’m fucking pissed.”
“Yeah…I picked up on that.”
Sean kept his hand on my waist.
Ryan gripped his skull and screamed. Actually screamed. “That fucking whore!”
My eyes met Sean’s and a silent conversation passed between us.
“Ryan, what’s going on?” I asked.
“Janice.” His eyes were wide with hate. “I went to this stupid pussy dinner thing for her work and everything was fine. She introduced me to her pretentious “I have a college degree” coworkers and she made it pretty damn clear I was the guy was fucking every night.”
Now I was just confused. All that sounded fine.
“But then I met that sleaze bag boss of hers. The guy was like a fucking Calvin Klein model. He was charming and interesting, and blah blah. I immediately didn’t like him. But Janice was so fucking buddy-buddy with him that it pushed me over the edge. He held her like he’d done it a thousand times. The fucker eye-fucked her right in front of me.” Ryan paced the room in a rage. “And they shared a piece of cake together while they went out to lunch. Who knows how many times they’ve done that.”
I needed to calm my brother down. “Ryan, it sounds like they are just friends.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
Wow…he was too far gone for me.
“No. When she introduced me, she said I was Ryan. Not her boyfriend. Not the love of her life. Not the guy she was fucking living with. Ryan. That’s it. Nothing else. Everyone else knew exactly who the hell I was. But to him, I was just Ryan.”
“Maybe it was implied,” Sean said timidly.
“No,” he snapped. “I admit my jealousy was unfounded before, but she slapped me in the fucking face. She flirts with this guy at work, and the fact he is just as good looking as I am just makes it worse. How could she do this to me? It’s so disrespectful. She wouldn’t let me hire any chicks because she was too uncomfortable with it, but she spends time with this asshole all day, every day? She has lunch dates with him? Fucking cunt.”
My brother wasn’t easily jealous or angered. In fact, he didn’t give a shit about anything most of the time. After the horrific childhood we had, he claimed he wouldn’t spend the remainder of his life being upset about anything. So, he was usually a happy guy. So, Janice really must have done something to piss him off.
“How would you feel if you showed up to the office and Sean was spending all his time with his female secretary, taking her to lunch and sharing jokes with her that only the two of them would understand? How would you feel if Sean held her, and she eye-fucked the shit out of him, wanting to fuck his brains out?” He continued to pace the room. “You wouldn’t like it either.”
No. Definitely not. “Ryan, I understand why you’re upset.”
“No, you don’t. You’re going to take her side because you always take her side.”
“No, I’m not,” I said gently. “You have every right to be mad.”
He halted. “I do? You aren’t going to say I’m being an
“You heard everything?”
“California heard everything.” He returned his eyes to the road and maneuvered through the streets of New York.
“I wonder why he’s so angry…”
“He and Janice okay?”
“Last time I checked…”
“I have no idea. Maybe something happened at the shop.”
“Wouldn’t he just tell me over the phone?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You know him better than I do.” Sean turned down the side street toward the shop. We managed to find a parking space at the curb.
“I’m worried. The last time he was that pissed, he cut me out of his life forever.” Those were some dark times.
“We’ll find out.”
It was past eight, so we knew the shop would be closed. When we reached the door, it was unlocked. Sean opened it and let me walk inside first. Ryan was pacing in the room, wearing a suit.
My brother never wore a suit. “What’s up…?”
He moved his hand through his hair then did it again. “I’m fucking pissed.”
“Yeah…I picked up on that.”
Sean kept his hand on my waist.
Ryan gripped his skull and screamed. Actually screamed. “That fucking whore!”
My eyes met Sean’s and a silent conversation passed between us.
“Ryan, what’s going on?” I asked.
“Janice.” His eyes were wide with hate. “I went to this stupid pussy dinner thing for her work and everything was fine. She introduced me to her pretentious “I have a college degree” coworkers and she made it pretty damn clear I was the guy was fucking every night.”
Now I was just confused. All that sounded fine.
“But then I met that sleaze bag boss of hers. The guy was like a fucking Calvin Klein model. He was charming and interesting, and blah blah. I immediately didn’t like him. But Janice was so fucking buddy-buddy with him that it pushed me over the edge. He held her like he’d done it a thousand times. The fucker eye-fucked her right in front of me.” Ryan paced the room in a rage. “And they shared a piece of cake together while they went out to lunch. Who knows how many times they’ve done that.”
I needed to calm my brother down. “Ryan, it sounds like they are just friends.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
Wow…he was too far gone for me.
“No. When she introduced me, she said I was Ryan. Not her boyfriend. Not the love of her life. Not the guy she was fucking living with. Ryan. That’s it. Nothing else. Everyone else knew exactly who the hell I was. But to him, I was just Ryan.”
“Maybe it was implied,” Sean said timidly.
“No,” he snapped. “I admit my jealousy was unfounded before, but she slapped me in the fucking face. She flirts with this guy at work, and the fact he is just as good looking as I am just makes it worse. How could she do this to me? It’s so disrespectful. She wouldn’t let me hire any chicks because she was too uncomfortable with it, but she spends time with this asshole all day, every day? She has lunch dates with him? Fucking cunt.”
My brother wasn’t easily jealous or angered. In fact, he didn’t give a shit about anything most of the time. After the horrific childhood we had, he claimed he wouldn’t spend the remainder of his life being upset about anything. So, he was usually a happy guy. So, Janice really must have done something to piss him off.
“How would you feel if you showed up to the office and Sean was spending all his time with his female secretary, taking her to lunch and sharing jokes with her that only the two of them would understand? How would you feel if Sean held her, and she eye-fucked the shit out of him, wanting to fuck his brains out?” He continued to pace the room. “You wouldn’t like it either.”
No. Definitely not. “Ryan, I understand why you’re upset.”
“No, you don’t. You’re going to take her side because you always take her side.”
“No, I’m not,” I said gently. “You have every right to be mad.”
He halted. “I do? You aren’t going to say I’m being an
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