Take (Need #2)(6)

“Fuck you, dude.”

Ryan laughs, and my lips twitch despite themselves.

“I know you love her, bro. This right here is convincing me, although it was pretty obvious. Unfortunately, I’m not the one you hurt, and Kira is still more stubborn than I am no matter what she says. She may even be more stubborn than you.”

“Hah. If only she heard you.”

“It’s true.”

I pour myself a glass and throw it back, refilling another right away. It’s going to take a shitload of water to start negating any possibility of a hangover tomorrow. I don’t feel that drunk, but I also know that there’s still more alcohol being processed in my system. Not all of it has hit me yet.

On that note, I need to order some room service. Get some food in me.

“What do you suggest I do?” I ask Ryan, because aside from being ready to go for tomorrow, I have no real plan.

He pulls the phone away from his ear, and I hear him talking to Dana again. “Dana says she knows the sister of one of Kira’s friends.”

I perk up like a goddamn dog at the sound of that, ears twitching and everything. An in? An honest, serious in? “Which one?”

“Jenna. Dana is going to try to figure out their plans from now on, and I’ll be able to let you know.”

Swear to God, I feel like fist-pumping the air.

“Just keep taking those hits, Brayden. You’re not going to convince my sister any other way. And if she truly is with Austin—”

“I’m f*cking taking her from him,” I say, my resolve returning on a rush. Hell, yeah, I am. Ryan’s right. I let myself sink into the pain of it. Didn’t pay attention to the other signs.

There really were tears in her eyes.

She could barely bring herself to say she wanted him instead of me.

She watched me the entire time as I pulled away from the house, even as he walked closer to her.

There’s still something there, and I’ll be damned if I don’t keep pushing. Take advantage.

“Can Dana try to find out what their plans are for tomorrow?”

“She’s texting Jenna’s sister now.”

It’s wrong on so many levels. Devious as f*ck, too.

Kira’s going to kill every single one of us if she ever finds out.

“Tell your girl I said thanks, man. Seriously.”

“She says you’re welcome but she’s really doing this so I don’t have to deal with your moody ass all the time.”

I laugh at that. I haven’t had much time to get to know Dana, but she’s starting to seem real f*cking cool. “You too. Thank you.”

Ryan sighs. “I’m doing it for her as much as I’m doing it for you. And because if Austin somehow ends up as my brother-in-law in the future, I think I’m going to kill someone.”

I almost hiss like a snake at that comment. A straight-up cobra. “Dude, what the f*ck is it with you and marriage?” But I’m fixated on that comment. He’d kill someone? I’d torture and skin them alive if something like that were to happen.

“Just stating the obvious.”

“Does Dana know you’re this obsessed with marriage?”

“Fuck you.”

Ah, sweet payback. I laugh again, my chest feeling so freaking light it’s almost disgusting. Then again, that’s what makes him my best friend, isn’t it? The f*ck has always been good at picking me up when I fall.

“Dana got a reply. The girls are going shopping tomorrow at Kenwood.”

She couldn’t get me an exact time without looking too suspicious, but f*ck it. I’ll wait all day there if I have to. I thank them again and rush to get him off the phone. Almost tripping to the room’s phone, I pick up the receiver and order enough food to feed a dozen people.

Gotta make sure I’m good to go bright and f*cking early tomorrow.

As I wait for the room service, I sit on the bed and pull up Facebook on my phone. I’m a glutton for punishment, I know, but this is more necessary to me than even the food.

Kira’s status reads: Thank you so much to everyone that wished me a happy birthday and came over to rock it with me. Party was effing awesome! So done though. #DyingToSleep It’s only 1:30am. The party is over already? Did she end it? Kick everyone out?

Is she alone, or is Austin with her?

The thought is like venom flashing through my system. I close my eyes and push all of it to the back of my head.

I’m not going to say it doesn’t matter if she’s with Austin or not, because it f*cking does. It matters more than anything.

It won’t be the end of us. She can be with him as much as she wants, as many times as she wants. The outcome of all this will still be the same.

I’m going to f*cking kill him for it.

But not before I take her back.





April 19th, 2015





Challenge. A word with many definitions, most of them meaning the same thing. One of the main definitions? A task or situation that tests someone’s abilities. In other words: the kind of dare the human ego cannot refuse.

That’s what I’ve become to Brayden. I’m convinced.

But why? He can’t brag to anyone once he sleeps with me. Can’t go around town saying that he, too, got a piece of Kira. Unlike Austin, Brayden’s my stepbrother, so even if something were to happen between us—more than already has—who the hell would his ego show it off to?