this.”
Kane slowly turned his head and stared at me like I’d said something nonsensical. “Do I need to remind you of all the nights Cash or I or both of us had to mop you up off the floor at Club X in the early days? Man, you were a sloppy ass drunk when you were younger.”
I wanted to disagree, but he wasn’t wrong. I was exactly how he described me. But by the time I was this guy’s age, I had learned to drink better than he had, at least.
From the ground, Sebastian Thorne opened his eyes and looked up at us. “I don’t have drink more money tonight so fuck off.”
Staring down at him like he was some burden he hated, Kane said, “Help me get him up.”
I reached for Sebastian’s arm as Kane lifted his other side, but the guy seemed practically boneless and slid out of our holds, laughing as he hit the ground with all his weight. Looking down at his stupid ass lying there, all I knew was I definitely hadn’t signed on to be some drunk’s babysitter tonight.
Undaunted, Kane waved me on to grab his arm again. “Hold on to him this time, for fuck’s sake. He’s like dead weight.”
I lifted Sebastian’s right side, snapping back, “Which means you could do this all on your own.”
Finally, we got him onto his feet and stable. Turning to look at me first and then Kane, Sebastian said, “Are you my…my uh…guardian angels?”
Kane simply glared at him, but since I was feeling particularly smart assed at that moment, I answered, “Yeah, that’s it. We’re angels. Now behave or I’m going to smack the fuck out of you with my wings.”
Chapter Six
Kane
S ebastian sat in the backseat of the Mustang, complaining the entire time as I drove toward his apartment about a dozen blocks from where he worked. Worried he’d throw up all over my car, I kept one eye on him and one eye on the road, regretting my choice to get a look at him tonight.
“So now we’re some kind of drunk car service?” Stefan grumbled.
I didn’t want to discuss this new turn of events with him, especially since he’d seen this night unraveling hours ago. Even he hadn’t predicted this end, though.
“Uh, who are you guys?”
Telling Sebastian we may or may not have been his brothers didn’t seem like the right thing to say, but other than that explanation, I had nothing but anger. I figured I’d let Stefan handle the guy since he seemed like he wanted to talk.
He turned to look into the backseat and said, “What’s your fucking problem? Do you have short-term memory loss or something? I just told you five minutes ago who we are. Angels, remember?”
I watched in the rearview mirror as Sebastian grew even more confused. Finally, after he appeared to think through what he’d heard, he said, “Really? Like real angels?”
Stefan laughed like any of this was funny. “The stupid is strong with this one. I’m severely doubting he could be one of us.”
“One of you? What are you guys, like some secret society? Are you taking me to your hideout?”
It was like babysitting a teenage boy with delusions of grandeur. Looking back at him, I asked, “Did you give me the right directions to your house back there?”
Slapping me in the shoulder, Stefan laughed. “I like this guy. He’s dumb as a post, but he’s funny as all hell.”
“I have been told that I’m funny,” Sebastian slurred.
“What’s your fucking address?” I barked, startling him.
“My address? 745 Chest…Chestnuts. I mean, Chestnut. Yeah, that’s it. My favorite nut. Chestnuts.”
“I swear if that’s not right, I’m going to pound the fuck out of him just on principle,” I said to no one in particular, just needing to let off some steam before I reached back and slapped this guy silly.
“So how’s that new brother thing working for you now, Kane? Still pumped about the idea?” Stefan teased as I made a left turn onto Chestnut Street.
I looked at the numbers on each house hoping we were close. 700 block. Now I just had to find
Kane slowly turned his head and stared at me like I’d said something nonsensical. “Do I need to remind you of all the nights Cash or I or both of us had to mop you up off the floor at Club X in the early days? Man, you were a sloppy ass drunk when you were younger.”
I wanted to disagree, but he wasn’t wrong. I was exactly how he described me. But by the time I was this guy’s age, I had learned to drink better than he had, at least.
From the ground, Sebastian Thorne opened his eyes and looked up at us. “I don’t have drink more money tonight so fuck off.”
Staring down at him like he was some burden he hated, Kane said, “Help me get him up.”
I reached for Sebastian’s arm as Kane lifted his other side, but the guy seemed practically boneless and slid out of our holds, laughing as he hit the ground with all his weight. Looking down at his stupid ass lying there, all I knew was I definitely hadn’t signed on to be some drunk’s babysitter tonight.
Undaunted, Kane waved me on to grab his arm again. “Hold on to him this time, for fuck’s sake. He’s like dead weight.”
I lifted Sebastian’s right side, snapping back, “Which means you could do this all on your own.”
Finally, we got him onto his feet and stable. Turning to look at me first and then Kane, Sebastian said, “Are you my…my uh…guardian angels?”
Kane simply glared at him, but since I was feeling particularly smart assed at that moment, I answered, “Yeah, that’s it. We’re angels. Now behave or I’m going to smack the fuck out of you with my wings.”
Chapter Six
Kane
S ebastian sat in the backseat of the Mustang, complaining the entire time as I drove toward his apartment about a dozen blocks from where he worked. Worried he’d throw up all over my car, I kept one eye on him and one eye on the road, regretting my choice to get a look at him tonight.
“So now we’re some kind of drunk car service?” Stefan grumbled.
I didn’t want to discuss this new turn of events with him, especially since he’d seen this night unraveling hours ago. Even he hadn’t predicted this end, though.
“Uh, who are you guys?”
Telling Sebastian we may or may not have been his brothers didn’t seem like the right thing to say, but other than that explanation, I had nothing but anger. I figured I’d let Stefan handle the guy since he seemed like he wanted to talk.
He turned to look into the backseat and said, “What’s your fucking problem? Do you have short-term memory loss or something? I just told you five minutes ago who we are. Angels, remember?”
I watched in the rearview mirror as Sebastian grew even more confused. Finally, after he appeared to think through what he’d heard, he said, “Really? Like real angels?”
Stefan laughed like any of this was funny. “The stupid is strong with this one. I’m severely doubting he could be one of us.”
“One of you? What are you guys, like some secret society? Are you taking me to your hideout?”
It was like babysitting a teenage boy with delusions of grandeur. Looking back at him, I asked, “Did you give me the right directions to your house back there?”
Slapping me in the shoulder, Stefan laughed. “I like this guy. He’s dumb as a post, but he’s funny as all hell.”
“I have been told that I’m funny,” Sebastian slurred.
“What’s your fucking address?” I barked, startling him.
“My address? 745 Chest…Chestnuts. I mean, Chestnut. Yeah, that’s it. My favorite nut. Chestnuts.”
“I swear if that’s not right, I’m going to pound the fuck out of him just on principle,” I said to no one in particular, just needing to let off some steam before I reached back and slapped this guy silly.
“So how’s that new brother thing working for you now, Kane? Still pumped about the idea?” Stefan teased as I made a left turn onto Chestnut Street.
I looked at the numbers on each house hoping we were close. 700 block. Now I just had to find
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