Part 20: He's Back

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A/N: So I hope you like the story even though the updates are a little iffy:) Remember to comment:) Love y'all!
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Storm's POV

I'm very sure I'm going over the speed limit right now, but don't give a flying fuck.

I left Luca in the heat of the moment, but also I get annoyed at looking at his perfect face.

Oh when I get home I'm gonna have a little talk with my baby bother. I can't believe he's dealing, again! I'm livid, I'm gonna chew his ass out then spit it out and make him eat it.

I screeched into the garage and got in the elevator, I was so impatient, I was tapping my foot and cursing under my breath.

I slammed the door shut and saw Julian sitting on the couch.

"Julian, want to tell me something?" I said as calmly as possible.

"What are you talking about?" He said confused.

"Oh I don't know, WANT TO TELL ME ABOUT YOU DEALING DRUGS FOR THE ITALIAN MAFIA." I said very much livid.

"You promised." I said in barley a whisper, I'm more disappointed in him that mad at him.

"How do you know that?" He asked surprised.

"The mob boss told me himself." I said glaring at him.

"How do you know the mob boss?" He asked  confusion written all over his face.

"DON'T-...Don't change the subject." I said. I could feel the fucking vain popping out of my forehead.

"It's true...." He said trailing off, "I just wanted to make some money to give to you, I feel worthless because you give me so much and I can't do anything right." He said looking down.

I suddenly felt a little bit sorry that I yelled at him, but that doesn't change the fact that he's dealing again.

"Are you doing them?" I said seriously.

"No, I promise, just dealing." He told me, I took a little comfort in knowing at least he's not doing them again

"That doesn't change the fact that your involved in that world." I said, a pang of quilt hit my heart knowing that I'm fighting illegally, but I still don't want him to turn out like me, so I been keeping it to myself.

"I know." He looked down again.

"If I didn't have money then how could we afford this luxury apartment." I said tiredly.

"How did you get the money?" He asked.

"Doesn't matter, we have the money, Okay?"

"No not okay, I'm not the only one keeping secrets." He said getting a little ballsy.

"I...I can't tell you." I said frustrated.

"THEN WHY ARE YOU MAD AT ME?" He raised his voice.

"I CANT TELL YOU." I also raised my raised my voice.

"WHY CANT YOU TELL ME, HUH?" He said now fully shouting.

"FINE, I WAS A CRIMINAL I KILLED PEOPLE, IM A ILLEGAL STREET FIGHTER." I finally snapped.

His face turned from anger to disbelief.

"So you've been lying to me, for years to me." He whispered.

"I lied because I don't want you to be like me, I'm a bad influence, I'm no good." I said with a sad face.

"I...I can't." He said and grabbed his jacket and shoes on his way out, I heard the door slam.

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