Delilah
Coming across Double and Juice in the kitchen talking, actually talking and not arguing was something I hadn’t expected. Since when did either of them actually talk to each other without it turning into a whose d**k was bigger slagging match.
Never that’s when.
And then I spotted Doubles hand, his knuckles split open and bloody. I had to swallow around the lump in my throat. If his hand looked that bad, what did my brothers face look like? Was he hurt, laying bleeding somewhere on the property? Should I go to him and even if I did go to him, would he welcome me. Would he let me help him. Or would he attack me again?
Dominic had always had a temper, always. But he had never openly attacked me physically before. Which meant only one thing. He knew.
He knew Viper was my dad.
