!!!IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE END!!!
A big thanks to @at_heartbreak_hotel for making me this wonderful cover!
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Chapter Nine: Lies and Awkward Family Dinners –Part One–
“What the fuck is going on in here!” Travis roared.
I quietly tried to ease myself out of the front door, but Grayson quickly grabbed my arm.
“Trying to leave me for the wolves, I see. Nice try, Matum.” He whispered roughly.
“I-I wasn’t going to leave you and make you fend for yourself or anything. Psssh not at all!” My voice sounded shrill and nervous even to my ears.
Travis slammed his hand down on the table. “Marcs, get the hell away from my sister before I rip both of your eyeballs out with a toothpick!”
Arsen jumped in front of Grayson. “You won’t lay a single finger on Grayson unless you want your fucking ear bitten off.” He smirked. “I got skills like Mike Tyson.”
Travis glared. “I’d like to see you try, pipsqueak.”
“Matum, you better say something. Quick.” He hissed through clenched teeth.
I started to sweat profusely as I watched Arsen and Travis circle each other. Grayson’s hand tightened on my arm reminding me that I didn’t have all day. My heart raced at the possibility of my twin brother getting his ear ripped off.
My mind was coming up completely blank.
I heard Grayson mumble “If you won’t say something to save Arsen an ass-beating then I will”.
“We’re together.” Grayson’s voice filled the kitchen and suddenly the wooden salad fork clutched in Travis’s hand that was originally pointed towards Arsen was now pointed at Grayson.
“What the hell do you mean together?!”
Grayson smirked. “You know. Couple. Dating. Sex.”
As soon as Grayson finished, Travis gracefully whipped out a pocket knife from his back pocket and held it to Grayson’s throat.
Where the heck did he get that?!
“You have five seconds to tell me what you just said is complete bullshit.” Travis whispered.
Grayson-the-lunatic decided to make an appearance.
He just laughed like this whole situation was the funniest thing in the world. His dark hair fell in his face and a slight dimple formed on the left side of his mouth.
Travis’s face was stone. His grip on the knife didn’t loosen any even when Grayson laughed. If anything it only got tighter.
All of the sudden I was yanked back and something cold was pressed to my throat.
“You won’t do anything, Travis.” Arsen stated calmly. “Because if Grayson goes down then so does Tatum.”
My eyes widened. “What!” I screeched.
that son-of-a--
Arsen leaned down and whispered softly in my ear so only I could hear. “It’s only for show. Grayson would have my ass if anything happened to you.”
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