Samson

Chapter 2

Samson~

"Best thing about today? I can finally drive myself to school," Duke announced as he strolled into the kitchen to grab some breakfast, so I turned around, then shoved a plate of sliced fruit his way.

Duke was a junior this year and had turned seventeen over the summer. I was already eighteen but still in high school because my birthday had fallen past the registration deadline during kindergarten, and kindergarten registration was no joke. There was also the fact that my parents had wasted no time making Duke after I'd been born.

My little brother was also growing like a fucking weed. I was still taller than his six-foot-one by an inch or so, but it was hard to tell that he was younger than I was sometimes. We looked the same with our dark brown hair and hazel eyes that we'd inherited from Dad, but we couldn't be more different if we tried. Where Duke loved baseball and had a tonfuck of friends, my passion was football, and I only had two friends: Ford Abrams and Raiden Cruz.

I snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly why you love that car so much."

Duke grinned as he tossed a piece of cut up melon in his mouth. "I can't help it if girls dig fast cars." He hadn't been in a rush to get his license when he'd turned sixteen, but he was appreciating having it now.

"They dig your father's wallet," I corrected. "And don't forget it."

Our father was Samson Maddox, and he was the fearless leader of Samson Industries. As for our mother, Clara, she was his perfect accessory, and while I loved my parents, they could do a little better in the rearing of their two children. Now, while they weren't horrible or neglectful, they were just...uninterested, I guess would be the best way to describe them. Even if your children didn't get into trouble, they still needed to know that they shouldn't, and our parents just assumed that because we'd never been suspended or arrested that all was going well.

If they only knew.

"I wrap it, okay?" he groaned as he rolled his eyes. "I swear."

When Duke had been a freshman, he had come to me with stars in his eyes, professing his undying love for Lilly Montague. Lily had still been in the eighth grade, but they'd met at a party, and apparently, Lilly had said all the right things to make Duke think that she was The One. He'd been ready to lose his virginity to her and slip a ring on her finger.

However, later, I'd learned from a girl that'd been doing all that she could to ride my dick, that Lilly had just been playing with Duke at the behest of her older sister, Phyllis. Phyllis Montague had been hoping that Duke dating Lilly would make us automatically pair up.

I'd seen fucking red.

It'd been the only time that I'd ever purposely hurt my brother. I had sought Lilly out at her school, and with Duke hiding around the corner, I had hit on her, and she had instantly turned on her sister. Duke had heard it all, and it'd been a hard lesson learned. Ever since then, Duke's trusted me on the subject of women, and Lilly's duplicity had been enough to make sure that he always wrapped his dick up to avoid any kind of trapping of a Maddox.

As for Phyllis, I avoided her when I could. I never believed in physical violence against the fairer sex, but if there was ever a female that I wanted to punch in the face, it was her. She had used my brother for her own agenda, and I wasn't a forgiving one when it came to my family.

"Well, at least you don't have to chauffer me around for baseball practice now," Duke said, changing the subject. Now, while I didn't mind driving Duke around, it would free up my time if I didn't have to.

I grabbed a grape, then tossed it in my mouth. After swallowing, I said, "I told Raiden and Ford to make sure that there's a parking spot carved out for you."