~RAGNAR~
I watched Celine's retreating form until she disappeared around the corner, my teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached. The bitter taste of whiskey lingered on my tongue, a damning reminder of my weakness. My mother had made me promise never to drink again after what happened ten years ago.
I was a wreck, a broken man and I had to step up to fill my brother's shoes, my father's shoes.
Ever since that day years ago, I couldn't remember the last time I'd lost control over my body like I did today.
First time was when I kissed her, when I ripped her clothes off her body and let my d**k do the thinking.
Second time was when I stormed into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of whiskey that I shouldn't have left in the cabinet since that day ten years ago.
My mother had always sp
