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It's His Fate...

CHAPTER 39

Another POV

*smack*

The sound of flesh on flesh echoes throughout the room. Holding his face, Tony looks up at his brother from the ground, where he's on his knees, his weight resting back on his feet.

"You fucking dumbass. Do you realize how much trouble you've caused?! I told you over and over and fucking over again to leave that woman alone; now look at you. If you're going to do illegal shit, you should be smart enough to not get caught," the man yells down at the other after slapping the shit out of him.

"Why is it illegal? How is checking in on and watching over the love of my life a fucking crime? She needs me! She needs me to keep her safe!"

"Tony, she doesn't fucking need you! You really are a psycho, aren't you?! You are delusional. That's why you've had to go to therapy to begin with. You ain't nothing but a little weak ass boy... weak mind and body. You're way out of your depths thinking you could bag that bitch, baby boy. She doesn't want you...never has and never will!"

Spit is flying from his mouth as he berates his little brother.

"She is way too much woman for you to handle, anyway. Shit, I could tell from the first day I saw her, when I dropped you off for your session all those years ago, that she needed a real man to dick her down," he says, leaning over to speak directly into Tony's ear. "I was so close to burying my pipe in that sweet pussy. To reach that itch, she needs scratched so badly. To have her bent over, panting out my name. I was this fucking close," the man says with his thumb and index finger centimeters apart, demonstrating how close he was to fucking Tia.

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!"

"Who the FUCK do you think you're talking to, bitch?" He continues to speak with his hand now around Tony's throat, squeezing as hard as he can. "You must think I'm Jason. Don't forget, I don't fucking baby your ho ass just because you're our little brother. Well, half little bastard ass brother."

Tony wants so badly to fight his brother, but he knows that's a battle he's never been able to win. He's only a few years younger, but he wasn't blessed with the strength and muscle they possess. Maybe Brandon has been right all along. Maybe it is because he has a different mother, has different genes. Whatever. He definitely can't beat him now as darkness clouds his vision.

"Brandon, that's enough," Jason says when he emerges from around the corner, entering the room. His tone, however, doesn't carry the same urgency as Tony's current predicament.

Reluctantly, Brandon releases Tony's throat, allowing him to fall to the floor, coughing and gasping for air while holding his neck.

"Why the fuck are you always protecting this little fucker? I should have just killed him when we first found out about him. When his whore of a mother dumped him on our doorstep like the mutt he is."

Jason doesn't particularly like Tony either, but he is more patient, whereas Brandon has always been more hot-tempered and impulsive.

"Well, you've missed that chance by a few decades, huh? Besides, he is obviously Dad's son, too, always chasing behind a skirt just like he did, and our grandfather, and our great-grandfather. This is a trait we've all gotten honestly," Jason sits on the couch and continues with, "Now, get up, Tony."

The man complies and gets up to sit on the other chair, still holding his throat, eyes bloodshot.

"Your ass would still be in jail if it was up to me. You better be glad Jason was nice enough to bond your ass out," Brandon says, seething.