Aaron
“I could put a bullet in between your brows right now if you keep being so stupid.” Matteo blabbered, twirling the 9mm Sig Sauer between his fingers like that pocket pistol weighed nothing.
“I'm going to college, Mat. That's considered stupid?” I asked, my back relaxed against the door frame. “It's called acquiring knowledge, something you obviously need to know more about since all you do is shoot guns and give orders,” I added and his right eye twitched, a reaction that only happens when he's pissed off.
“Watch your mouth. Just because you're my brother doesn't mean I can't hurt you. You will respect me as the one in charge, is that clear?” He asked, his voice sharp and cold as ice, but when I stayed silent, he c****d the gun and pointed it at me.
“I'll ask again, is that clear
