Branded (Fall of Angels #1)(11)

“Fuck no,” Dixie says, tugging his arm so hard he’s yanked to the side. “Stop this shit. Right. Now.”

“Why? They started it,” he barks back at her.

It’s like they’re completely unaware of the people staring at us.

“No. You did.”

“He bumped into me,” Derek hisses.

They’re bickering like a bad couple. It’s almost comical.

“So what? Shit happens. Move. On,” she says, her face turning completely red at the sight of all the people still watching the spectacle in front of them.

“Fuck no. Those assholes are looking for a fight. It’s time someone taught them a lesson,” Derek growls, still glaring at both of us even though his girlfriend is right in front of him.

“You’re embarrassing me,” she whispers loudly, probably hoping no one can hear. But I can. And I’m pretty sure Hanson did too because he’s grinning like crazy.

“So?” Derek says.

“So?” she repeats, making a face. “Fuck, I’m so over this.” Her eyes almost roll into the back of her head, that’s how annoyed she appears. “You know what? I’m done. We’re done.”

She turns around and marches off.

“Dixie? Wait! Dixie!” Derek yells, running after her, completely forgetting about us.

It’s too late, though. The moment he touches her shoulder, she immediately jerks away, shoving him aside.

And all I can do is grin like the devil himself.



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Dixie



Age 16



I sneak to follow my twin brothers, hiding behind a tree when they turn around briefly. I feel like such a fool doing this, but I have to know what they’re doing inside that farmhouse. It feels like everybody in my family knows what’s up except me. There’s something about that farmhouse, but Dad never lets me in. Only Ben and Danny get to go inside. I’m convinced it’s because they’re boys and I’m a girl. That, and our age difference might be part of the reason.

But why? What is so important that only they get to do it and not me?

My dad always boasts about how family comes first, how we should always work hard, and how he is the sole provider for our family. Yet he won’t let me help out in there.

As though they have this secret man club or something, and I’m not allowed in.

Well, fuck that. I’m going to follow them and see what they’re up to.

When they’re almost inside, I make my way to the front door of the farmhouse and try to sneak past them, being careful not to touch anything or anyone.

However, the moment I step inside, Danny turns around, and we come face to face.

“What the hell?” he mumbles. “Dixie? What the fuck are you doing here?” He pushes me outside and slams the door shut behind him. “Oh, fuck no.”

“I just wanna see what y’all are doing in there,” I say, pushing him away.

“No,” Danny replies.

Why is he being so fucking difficult? We used to share everything way back when, but somehow, ever since they got more involved with Dad, things changed. It’s like he lets them in on secrets that I’m not allowed to know, and it pisses me off.

I fold my arms. “Why not? Give me one good reason.”

“I can’t,” he explains, blocking the door. “Dad’s orders.”

“What? Why would he say that?” I say, a bit offended that he’d actually admit it was my dad’s idea to exclude me from this. “Please tell me it’s not because ‘I’m a girl and I should be doing girly things.’” I make quotation marks with my fingers.

“No. I don’t know,” he says, sighing. “Look, I know this thing we’re doing here is off limits for anyone but me, Ben, and Dad. Sorry.”

I cock my head and make a face. “Really, Danny? We used to do everything together. You, me, and Ben,” I say.

“Things change,” he says.

“They don’t have to change,” I say. “This is all Dad’s fault.”

His brows draw together. “He’s doing what he thinks is best.”

“By keeping me out? I don’t think so.” I try to pass him again, but he shoves me away.

“I’m serious, Dixie,” he says, his voice stern just like my dad’s. “This isn’t for you.”

I grimace. “Well, fuck you.”

His eyes widen.

I’ve never sworn at my brothers. But this is a special occasion, and I want him to know. It hurts, dammit. Dad keeps pulling them along, letting them in on everything while pushing me further and further away. I’ve had enough of it. I’m not here to play favorites.

Ben suddenly steps outside too and eyes both of us. I guess he was listening to our conversation. “It isn’t even remotely interesting, trust me,” Ben says.

As if that’ll deter me from getting inside that farmhouse and finding out what’s going on.

“I doubt that since y’all are so secretive about it,” I say, holding my head high. “But I don’t even care anymore. I’m done trying. I’m going to hang out with Brandon instead.”

As I turn around and walk away, their footsteps follow right behind me.

“Brandon? As in Locklear?” Ben asks with that same accusatory voice he always uses when he tries to play the big brother.