The Draglen Brothers - SHOWKEN (BK 2) by Solease M Barner Page A

eyes and the dryer is in his hand.
    “Thank you ,” I say, feeling like he wants to laugh.
    “You ’re welcome, beautiful, before you leave, breakfast, please? I’m going to go to work after you leave,” he says, reaching for my hand.
    “Break fast, then I go home,” I say, smiling.
    “Everyone is waiting,” h e says, walking me out of the room. What does he mean everyone is waiting, fuck! I don’t want to eat with everyone. We walk into this huge, all white room. I giggle to myself. Why the damn white room. I laugh more, shaking my head. I open my eyes and all his brothers are standing, looking at me. Oh shit.
    “Sorry, ” I say, not even knowing why I’m apologizing.
    “You’re fine, let ’s eat,” Showken says. We get to the table and the head seat is empty. I thought Showken was going to sit there, but he doesn’t, he takes the seat next to it, and I’m seated next to him.
    “Who else is coming?” I whisper.
    “That’s our oldest brother’s seat, no one sits there except him,” Showken says. I don’t ask anything else. He starts to fix my plate, loading it with eggs, sausage, fruit, toast, and strawberry jam.
    “So, Marilyn . . . ” Layern starts.
    “Shut up, Layern. She’s my comp any, and don’t ask her anything,” Showken says, in a frightening tone. Another brother speaks up.
    “Well, our mother called, she says you are on a time limit.”
    “OK, HAWKEN!” Showken yells. I stuff my mouth with eggs. I need to go, shit this is intense. I stand, grabbing a piece of toast. I’m getting the hell out of here.
    “Where are you going?” Showken asks, grabbing my arm. He doesn’t look up at me, he is glaring at his brother, and I’m pretty sure I hear growling
    “I’m going home, I, I don’t want any more to eat,” I say, feeling a little shaky. His grip is strong.
    “Please sit, my bro thers are sorry for scaring you,” he says, through his teeth.
    “Umm, I’m not scared. Bruiser!” I yell. He shows up next to me. Showken won’t let go.
    “Pl ease, please, breakfast, remember,” he pleads. I sigh out loud. I see all eyes are on me.
    “ Marilyn, I don’t like my brother begging, so will you do him the honor and give him some respect and sit down,” Domlen says. I can’t believe I remember his name, but more importantly, Domlen just spoke to me in a no nonsense tone. We stare at each other, and I find myself sitting back down.
    “ Thank you, beautiful. Thank you,” Showken says, continuing to eat. The silence in the room is thick. There is some unspoken message among them. They all look at each other, and glance at me. I grab the orange juice, and wonder what could be so important about me staying for breakfast. I will just sit and eat some fruit.
    Finally I make it home. Bruiser and I go snuggle on the sofa. I can’ t believe these last couple of days. Being with Showken is nice, but I don’t belong. How am I going to get Showken to back off? He tracked me down and followed me. I look at Bruiser, hoping for an answer, but he just looks at me. He likes Showken. “Bruiser, it’s going to be you and me again,” I say, rubbing his head. My cell starts buzzing, and I know it’s a text from the sound. I get up and check to see who it is. I used to know who would text me, but since Showken that has changed.
    Are you home yet?
    The text is from Jazz.
    Yes but I’m not talking on the phone. Text what ever questions you have.
    I just don’t feel like talking, besides this way I can control Jazz a little. She wants details of me and Showken.
    Fine, is your doodah sore? He looks like he can make a doodah sore. Lol.
    I shake my head, knowing only Jazz would ask something like that. She’s shameless.
    Yes, I’m sore but I took a bath and yes he can make a doodah sore. Lol He’s the BEST I’ve ever had.
    I wait for the reply. It takes a minute then it come s through.
    THE BEST!!!! I want some of that action. Hook me up with a brother I hope it runs in the family. I can’t