Family Business

10: Disaster Night

**Axton POV**

I could see my brother unable to ignore Jeanna and Faith singing loudly in the kitchen, oblivious to our party out here. Blaine was in there with them though, and I was sick of only drinking. I wanted something to smoke, stronger than the cigarettes I was burning through.

I went inside and leaned back on the counter next to Blaine, miming me smoking so he got the hint. The girls didn't even pay attention to us while they slurred a Fleetwood Mac song Faith listened to often.

"Just like the one wing dove sings the song sounds like she's singing, ooo, ooo, ooo!" They sang drunkenly, clasping hands and basically screaming in each other's faces. Blaine had a bag on the counter, and rifled through it to pull out papers and a grinder, starting to roll up joints. Faith finally started the dishwasher, which I knew usually meant she was done cleaning. No thanks to my sister, I'm sure. But the kitchen did look great. It was a disaster after whatever Makayla did in here.

I saw Asher and Brent finally come inside, knowing they had been strategizing how to approach these two. Jeanna was an easy in. They came in confidently, with Brent immediately occupying Jeanna, who basically latched onto him instantly. I curved a brow up at Asher, who rolled his shoulders before getting his hands on Faith. I could tell she bristled at it before she realized he was trying to dance with her. Much easier to accomplish with her drunk. She laughed before accepting his offer, letting him spin her around and dance while she sang the lyrics. The song ended, but Rhiannon quickly followed up, which I knew was one of Faith's favorites. And when Asher started his usual charms, singing the lyrics lowly to her while she purred along, I knew Xavier was probably fucking boiling.

"All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind... would you stay if she promised you heaven? Would you ever win? She rules like a..."

My eyes traveled out the glass windows. Yep. There were those furious, jealous eyes. He had two girls clearly drunk and trying to shake their asses on him, but all he could focus on was her in here swaying with Asher. When she crept her arms over his shoulders and leaned on his chest, I knew it was fucking over for Xavier. He was going to shut this shit down.

I personally thought it was pretty hilarious. He was in so much denial, it genuinely hurt. He thought he only considered her because dad suggested her, but I knew he had eyes for her long before that. Dad only started that up in the last year or so when he saw that Makayla wasn't cleaning up. Makayla had been the main target for a while. I think Faith was actually a bit of an accident if I remember correctly. It should have been three and three. They were perfectly happy with the matching numbers and even the serendipitous matching genders. Then Roslyn just happened to get knocked up again. Turned out for the best because Makayla was not going to be anything to flaunt or marry, that's for certain.

"Sorry, I think I'm going to be sick. There's three here if you want them," Blaine suddenly said, then got up to stumble upstairs, I presume to his bedroom. I popped the three joints into my half empty pack of smokes for safe keeping, then looked back up to my brother, still watching.

Upon spotting me, Xavier ripped his eyes from the scene of the kitchen and coldly turned away from the girls desperate for his attention. Which was best for me, maybe I could get them both up to my room to make up for my brother hurting their feelings. I saw him go over and talk to Tristan. Ashley was basically glued to him, probably knowing he'd get drunk and start flirting, embarrassing her. Tristan really got himself into a mess with all his fucking around. I'm sure he was bound to find out after a while.

Faith pushed off Asher, clearly drunk. I could see the look in her eyes a mile away. Run. Fuck.

"Sorry, I have to go." She tried to pull away, but he held her close, obviously confused by her change of heart. She started prying at him, her gaze hazy and inconvenienced.