VJ

15 - I don't understand this!

VJ

“VJ, stand down!”

Fuckin.g Jett and his orders!

I want, no, I need to kill something. This anger won’t go away until I do. It doesn’t matter what Jett tells me right now; it won’t matter in my mind if he allows Bones to claim Sophie. All that will matter is that I won’t be able to agree to it until I get this rage out of me. To do that, I need to beat the living daylights out of something until there’s nothing left.

Nevertheless, I stand down and move the fuc.k away from my best friend. He’s looking at me, chest heaving. Motherfucke.r is the only man I know who can get away with fighting back. Yeah, I’m coc.ky, but I never let a man get the better of me. Not that Bones got the better of me, but the cunt sure can punch.

“What the hell do you think you’re doin’?”

“What the fuc.k did it look like, Jett? This motherfucke.r was messing around with Sophie!”

My eyes catch my little sister. She’s crying, wiping tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. I’m not going to lie; I hate seeing her crying. My little sister is beautiful and then some. All my sisters are.

Willow, with her hazel eyes and lightly tanned skin, amazing smile, and love for her family and everyone around her.

Nova with her blue eyes like mine, Jett’s, Max’s, and Dad’s. Her knack for finding out things that most couldn’t.

Sophie, with her green eyes like our mother’s, her innocence, her loyalty, and her open mind. Beautiful girls should never cry. I don’t know what it is about Sophie, but of all my sisters, she’s the one I stress about all of the time. She’s the one I know I will murder any man who so much as looks at her too long because of.

Nova is strong and doesn’t need anyone to fight her battles. Willow is strong, but in a different way to Nova. Hammer, Willow’s husband, would never let anything happen to her. The man is crazy in the worst way. I think he could give me a run for my money.

However, Sophie is too trusting, and she lets people use her for their own gains. I’m not saying my best friend would ever do that. In fact, I know he wouldn’t. I’ve known Bones most of my life, my only fuckin.g friend at school because he’s the only one who understood me. He had a fuckin.g screw loose wanting anything to do with me.

Sophie has been so hurt in the past. I already killed one cunt for thinking he could put his filthy hands on my sister and live! That little bastard battered my baby sister, and God only knows how long that was going on before I found out. No one, and I mean no one, will ever live should they harm her.

But Bones is like a brother to me, and I know he’d never use Sophie, nor would he ever physically hurt her. So, I guess I know deep down that if Bones says he loves Sophie, then he does. It’s too damn evident from the look in her eyes that she loves him. She’s looking at me with pleading eyes and a slight smile.

I don’t have a heart and no fuckin.g clue why anyone would want that love emotion. It makes you weak, but I don’t want to hurt my little sister. All her life, Sophie has tried to understand me, to show me that I am more than I was led to believe. Silly girl. However, I owe it to her to try and understand the way she’s feeling, just as she would me if the tables were turned.

“I wasn’t messin’ with her, VJ!”

I shoot my eyes back to Bones.

Prick!

“Wanna tell me what’s going on? Why my little sister came runnin’ to tell me you two were fightin’ like fuckin’ kids?”

“It was about what we talked about, Prez.”

“Wait. What?”

They talked about this?

“You went to Jett and asked him if you could claim our twenty-one-year-old sister?”

“Yes.” He copies my stance, folding his arms around his big body, feet shoulder-width apart. “I know you don’t get any of this, VJ, and I’m fuckin’ sorry I went against you. I know what Sophie means to you. But, Brother, I love that girl, and I can’t keep pretending I don’t just because of how you might react. I know you’ve been away for eighteen months, but I want you to know ain’t nothin’ ever happened between us before today.”

How very fuckin.g noble of him.

Sophie makes her way over to Bones, slipping her arm around his waist, his slides around her shoulders. It makes my fuckin.g blood boil, and Jett can see it because he grabs my arm, stopping me from moving.

He’s probably right to do so. I know I can’t dictate who my sister dates. She’s not a child. I know I can’t force Jett to take back what he obviously said was okay.

However, I’m her big brother.

Am I not supposed to be protective of her?

Even if she is with one of the best guys I know?

“VJ, I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you,” My sister swallows hard.

I don’t understand why people cry; I really don’t. All these stupid, pointless, wasteful emotions don’t make sense to me. But if I learned anything from my father, it’s that people use them to show how they’re feeling, to purge themselves of pain, and that I shouldn’t mock anyone for how they feel. Just because I don’t feel much of anything other than anger and possession doesn’t mean others won’t.

“I honestly never thought Bones would feel anything for me other than friendship. But I have loved him since I was a little girl, and he finally feels the same way about me.

“I didn’t know he’d spoken to Jett already, not at first, but I’m happy that he did. I’m a grown woman and don’t need anyone’s permission to decide who to love. I want to be with him, VJ, and I know Bones would never have told me how he feels if Jett hadn’t agreed with it.”

Sophie looks to Jett, who smiles at her and nods his head. He pisses me off sometimes. Fuckin.g i***t sees love everywhere he looks. He found his own wife and fell in love at my sister’s wedding. Both of my older sisters got married on the same day to brothers.

Fuckin.g crazy or what?

But Jett is a good man; I know that. All he wants is for the women in our family to be happy, loved, and cared for. I personally think Sophie is too young to know what love is, but whatever, it isn’t up to me to tell her how she should feel. Bones wants to think himself lucky that he’s my friend, or I would have put a bullet through his head already.

“No matter what you think, little brother, this is Sophie’s choice. You really think I’d allow Bones to claim our baby sister if I didn’t think she wanted this?”

“And you don’t think she’s a little young to even know what she wants?”

“Don’t do that, VJ!”

Little Firecracker. I’d laugh, but I don’t want to antagonize her any more than I already have. But the fact that Sophie is standing there with her hands on her hips, looking at me red-faced, is almost too much.

“I am not a child! Just because you don’t know what love is doesn’t mean I don’t! I’m a young woman with a mind of my own. I love Bones, and there is nothing you can do about it. He claimed me, I am his, and he is mine. If you don’t like it, then tough shi.t because this is happening, so get used to it!”

I clench my fists, knuckles cracking from the pressure. I could end this. Trust me, I could. But I won’t. I won’t, for her, because this means too much to her. I’m a cunt of the worst kind, but I don’t hurt my family if I can help it.

I roll my neck, cracking that before looking my best friend dead in the eyes. “You hurt her once, and I’ll end you in the worst way,” I say nothing else, and I walk away.

I don’t want anyone to say anything to me, and I definitely don’t want my sister trying to hug me. I need to get the fuc.k out of here. I need to see Chloe. Don’t ask me why, but I know being near her will drive this desire to kill out of me. I don’t have a fuckin.g clue why I think that, but I’m not going to question it either.

I grab my helmet from my bike when someone grabs my arm. “Hey, stranger.”

Ah, fuc.k. “Molly.” Bane of my life.

Fuc.k a b***h once, and she thinks she belongs to you. This w***e could never belong to me. Her p***y isn’t even tight. I think she’s fucke.d her way through Tennessee. I don’t even find this woman attractive. But needs must, I guess. I fucke.d her once when I was drunk, and she’s not left me alone since. Prison was a nice break.

Why haven’t I killed her?

Because I got locked up before I could. That doesn’t mean I’ll kill her now unless she does something to piss me off, at least.

“It’s so good to see you!”

“What do you want, Molly?”

I don’t have time for this shi.t. I need to either kill something, get fuckin.g drunk, fuc.k Chloe, or all three.

“Fancy a beer?”

“No.” I fold my arms around my chest. I know what this bitc.h wants, and she’s not getting it from me.

“Oh, come on! Just one drink. Just for old times’ sake.”

“We’re not fuckin’, Molly, so get that thought out of your head right now.”

“You’ve been locked up for months. Surely you need some female company?”

“Already got what I needed, thanks.”

Nothing fazes this bitc.h; she just smiles at me wickedly. It won’t work on me. I’m not interested. This whor.e might just be crazier than I am, and that’s saying something.

Molly is tall for a woman. She might even be six feet without heels. She’s skinny in a way that isn’t attractive to me; she has literally no curves. Her brown eyes and dark hair have no shine to them and never have had. She looks older than her thirty-one years. A lot older.

Although I must admit, she no longer looks like the junkie she was eighteen months ago. Maybe she’s cleaned up that part of her, probably substituted it with alcohol. Definitely alcohol.

“Fine. No fuckin’. Just one drink. We can stay here if you don’t trust yourself with me.” She giggles, and it’s so unattractive that I have to refrain from rolling my damn eyes. “Look, VJ, I’m not here to cause trouble, but you look like you could use a drink. That’s all I’m asking for.”

Fuc.k it.

What do I have to lose?

“Fine. One drink, then I’m out of here.”