My Brother's Keeper(On Hold)

My Brother's Keeper(On Hold)

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Rico: Rico snatched away from her. His darken hazel eyes blazed into her. "Bitch, did I stutter? Get the fuck out TARA!" Rico pushed Tara toward the door and went full force at Brian. Kendall glanced up from his phone, snickered at his fighting brothers and went back to his social media accounts. "Damnit Rico! If you would just listen to me!" Rico stopped his assault on his brother and sent his rage toward Tara. "Listen to you?" Rico walked away from a bloody Brian and slowly approached her. Brian: Brian stared back at his reflection in the mirror. His left eyes was swollen shut and his upper lip was busted. He dropped the last of the tissue in the trash and begin to clean his face. With in doing so he begin to replay the whole situation again to himself. "Oh fuckin' well. She was throwin' it at me and I took it. Would I do it again? Hell yeah. In a heartbeat. She was suppose to be mine in the first damn place, but this nigga always gotta go after what I want first. Fuck him. Brother or not. Nigga always gets what he wants. NIGGA ITS MY TURN. STARTING WITCHO BITCH." Kendall: Kendall shook his head as Patrice made her way back over to her table partner. Dewayne slapped the back of Kendall's neck snapping him out of his staring contest with the cheerleader. Kendall turned to glare at Dewayne. "Nigga, what the fuck wrong witchu? Don't be hittin' me like that." "Nigga, what the FUCK wrong witchu? Y'know that damn girl fuckin' with Jerome heavy. Now yo dumb-ass bout to be in some damn drama. AGAIN." Follow Rico, Brian and Kendall Knight through their journey.
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"Pierce, please I'm trying to study." I let out an aggravated sigh as my eyes flickered upward from the white-colored pages of my textbook. Pierce approached closer to me, sliding the textbook out from my lap and throwing it to the side. "Take a break." His voice demanded as he pressed his lips up to my neck, as he left soft kisses on my skin. I threw my head back, closing my eyes shut as the stress in my body left. I had been studying non-stop for my upcoming chemistry test and I had to admit it'd be nice to have a break. "I really need to study-" I started but couldn't finish my sentence as Pierce pressed his lips to mine. I gave in to his kiss as his lips moved in sync with mine. He pushed me flat down on the bed as his body hovered over mine. His hands grabbing my hips as he scrunched up my clothes, pushing them up to reveal my skin. I placed my hands flat on his chest as his lips continued to move with mine. The kiss turning from soft to passionate within seconds. He grabbed my thigh, forcing my legs to wrap around his torso not breaking his lips away for a second. I moved my hands down to the body of his shirt, tugging on the end of them. "For fuck sakes," Pierce muttered as he broke away from me, his phone ringing. He pulled away from me, grabbing his phone off the nightstand only for me to get a glance that it had been Xander calling. He placed the phone up to his ear, rubbing his face in his hands. "What is it?" I asked in concern, watching Pierce's expression change from annoyance to worry as Xander spoke through the phone. I waited for Pierce to say something but he didn't before hanging up and grabbing my leather jacket off the chair that was nearby, throwing it over to me. "We need to go. NOW." Pierce stated, his voice demanding and cold as he reached for his keys and walked out of the apartment. I sat on the bed, clutching my jacket in my hands as I stared ahead at the ground, swallowing a lump in my throat. Can I just catch a break for once?

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