Bloodlines and Tension
Ryland I was already nursing a whiskey when Travis strolled in like he f*****g owned the place. Which, technically, he did. Half of it, anyway. "Took your time," I muttered, swirling the amber liquid in my glass, eyes locked on the slow, lazy motion of the liquid instead of my brother. Travis shut the door behind him, his movements unhurried, like he had all the goddamn time in the world. He didn’t, and neither did I. "Figured I’d let you sit with your thoughts a bit before coming in to knock some sense into your thick skull." I huffed out a laugh, setting my glass down with a little more force than necessary. "I get it, alright? I f****d up. The deal was solid, and I got carried away. It won’t happen again." Travis arched a brow as he plopped down on my bed, his back hitting the he
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