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Book:The Biker's Rules Published:2024-11-23

“Enrique and Logan took her home this morning after they fetched me from the airport.” I put my plate in the washer and grab my brother around his neck as if to strangle him, glaring into those bemused baby blues. “You better hope karma gets you before I do, little brother.” I pull out the word little, knowing Jackson hates it.
“So rude,” he tweets, “And after I came here straight from the airport to check on you.”
“I love you to dipship,” I say. He moves and the next thing I know he has flung me around, now holding me with my back against his chest. How the fuck did he manage that? Ug, what am I saying … it’s Jackson.
“Ah, you’re my most favorite sister,” Jackson coos in my ear before he lets me go.
“I’m your only sister, asshole.” I hit the back of his head. He just laughs.
“Love you too but the only thing I would love more than hugging you right now is a bed.”
“Oh, hope you don’t drown in your sleep,” I shout at him before walking outside. I need to phone Kiara and make sure she’s alright.
I look at my phone and notice a message.
Kiara: I’m fine. Logan sleeping in ur bed. Stay safe. C U 2night. Enjoy (hot-pepper emoji)
I reply, just to let her know I’m okay.
Mel: I’m good. #pizzanight #justus2
She almost immediately replies with a thumbs-up. Great. I walk back but stop when I hear the voices through the open window.
“Heard she screamed out your name over and over.” Jackson talks.
“It must have pissed off a couple of people. One of them that dumb-ass ex of hers. Oh, and don’t forget Chloe. Shit, wish I could have seen that bitch’s face,” he continues but being Jackson I can’t tell by the tone of his voice if he’s serious or teasing.
“I also heard about your little song for some angel.” Shit. I swear my brothers gossip more than teenage girls.
“So?” I hold my breath – if Jackson kills him right here I will feel somewhat responsible for that – after all, I’m the one who pathetically whimpered his name.
“Who is the angel?” Jackson asks coldly.
“None of your fucking business.” Just as cold an answer.
“Are you fucking our sister?” Jackson comes out straight. My eyes pop.
But Damion only chuckles. “Fucking? No.” I start to blush. And I’m slightly peed that he finds the idea of having sex with me this funny.
“Do you WANT to fuck my sister?” Jackson sounds as calm as a dormant volcano.
Both shocked and curious, I peep through the window – the same one I peeped through at the other twin. I check the sill to make sure I won’t drop a cactus this time.
Cause this time the stakes are much higher.
Enrique, being the laid-back, easygoing one of the brothers, Damion could easily handle himself, but Jackson is the virtual opposite. Quiet. Guarded. Stoic. And deadly dangerous. Well, let’s just say Damion won’t walk out unscathed; if he walks out at all.
“Look, you know where the door is. Don’t let it hit you on the ass on your way out.” Sounding disgusted, Damion stands up. I’m surprised by his reaction. Why is he not ruffled? He should know he can’t win this fight. Yeah, Damion is a great fighter … pretty darn great … but I’ve seen the boys fight over the years. No one ever wins against Jackson. Ever.
“Jeez, you’re touchy. Did I hit a nerve?” Jackson is not even rattled.
“No, but why don’t you tell me what you want me to say? Let’s start with that, bro.”
“Okay.” Jackson gets up too and they face each other over the kitchen counter.
“I want you to say that you’re not as stupid as you look, that you’re not breaking the fucking rules again and getting the fuck over yourself.” They eyeball each other with numb self-controlled faces but eyes glowing like hot lava.
My gut clenches and I hold my breath. Damion looks cool and calm like he’s been doing the SF Chronicle Sudoku.
“And what if I don’t want to get over myself?” Strangely he still doesn’t seem unnerved at all. “Or maybe I’m done with the rules.”
Jackson lets out a heavy breath and what appears to be his temper. That’s another thing Jackson perfected – control. He can manage his anger like he manages every other emotion – flawlessly.
“Then you are as stupid as you look.”
Damion lets out a gloomy laugh. “Well, hell, don’t hold back.”
“Okay, I don’t want you to mess with my sister. Like Logan, Mel is acting all rough and tough, but you know they both have soft hearts that break easily.” Jackson looks at Damion who closes his eyes.
“I know. And fine, I’m stupid.” He opens his eyes and meets my brother’s stormy gaze. “I promise you now, I won’t ever fuck around with your sister.”
“Well, if you do I will kill you.”
“I know.”
“So, you’re not breaking your rules?”
“Oh, I’m breaking my rules,” Damion rips. “And I’m getting my angel. But -” he hesitates for a bit, “I won’t break my promise to you.”
“So Mel is not the angel you sang to?”
Damion just shrugs his shoulders with a mysterious pout leaving Jackson with a deep frown.
I’m not his angel. It means he’s playing games with me again – the theme song of my life. That thought has me staggering back until my rear end hit a wall. It takes me a few minutes to remember that I actually know how to breathe and blink.
I rub my hand over my aching chest, lock my knees, and walk down to the beach.
For a while, I sit and watch the waves break on the sand close to my feet. In this moment, I feel at peace, watching the sun dance on the water while creating mirror-like images that jump from the ocean. It’s a beautiful scene.