Broken Crescent (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Kathryn Thomas Page B
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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asked, “Has any other money come up missing?”
From behind her came Rayan’s unmistakable voice. “So nice of you to join us this weekend, Afia. With your busy schedule, it’s amazing you make it home each week. How is school? Any new friends?”
She turned to him, catching the malicious glint in his eyes. Rayan had an apple in his hand and a smile on his handsome face, but the smile was brittle and cold. He tossed up the apple and caught it, biting into it with a loud crunch and smack of his sensual mouth. He winked at Afia. “No new boyfriends?” he goaded.
“Hush that nonsense, Rayan. Your sister is a good girl,” her mother murmured. “Are you hungry, son?”
Rayan shook his head and ambled out of the kitchen. Afia breathed a discreet sigh of relief. She had caught the threat. He didn’t want her mentioning anything about money or his drinking problem to her parents. Afia reluctantly decided not to pry any more into the situation. She had her own skeletons in her closet. No sense in trying to dig into his.
At dinner, the family shared pleasant conversation that ranged from her father’s work as a chemist to gossip amongst Fatima and her friends. Afia said little and ate well, watching her brother closely. She noticed he had taken to sipping from the flask instead of his wineglass. She didn’t think her parents noticed though. Rayan caught her staring and mentioned in an offhand way, “Afia, you should be thankful you’re not like these American women you try to emulate. They’re sex objects. If you don’t be careful, someone will use you up just like they use them.”
“Such foul language at dinner,” Rashad reprimanded, pounding the table. He pointed a warning finger at Rayan, but her brother simply chuckled and shook his head.
“I was joking, Baba. Afia knows I’m joking. Eh?”
Afia slumped down in her chair and continued to eat.
“Eating for two?” Rayan teased softly.
Fatima caught his eye and looked pointedly at Afia. “What’s gotten into you, Rayan? Afia, don’t be a glutton.”
She put down her fork with a sigh and pushed back from the table. “I need to go. I have some assignments to finish at home. It’s getting late.”
“Don’t get lost along the way,” Fatima replied, glancing over at Rayan.
Afia adjusted her hijab. “Now, why would I do that, Maman? Like you said…” She stared at Rayan to drive the point home. “I’m a good girl. Goodbye, Maman, Baba.”
She darted out of the door, the sound of Rayan laughing out loud chasing her. He was a cad and a coward. She hopped into her car, angrily slamming the car door and jamming her key into the ignition. She knew what Rayan was trying to do. With his belittling and degrading comments, he would raise their parents’ suspicions, even if he didn’t confess her secret outright.
Afia gunned the engine and hurried home to her apartment, away from her older brother’s manipulation and schemes. She was furious at Rayan. Something had to be done about him. She just had to figure out what to do.
CHAPTER 7
“Your brother is unstable, Afia,” he countered over the phone. “Are you entirely certain you want to play this game with him? If everything you’ve told me about him is correct, which I have no doubt it is, then instead of getting caught up in his game, you should end this.”
“Rayan thinks he can intimidate me with these tactics, but he can’t.”
“Tell them, Afia.” He dropped his head in his hand and massaged the bridge of his nose. “I’ll go with you. We can sit them down and talk to them together.”
“This is another one of those situations that I have to—“
“Handle alone,” he sighed. “I know. I’m just…I don’t want to put you in a situation where you might get hurt, physically or emotionally. Rayan dropping hints like that will not only make your parents doubt you…it might turn
From behind her came Rayan’s unmistakable voice. “So nice of you to join us this weekend, Afia. With your busy schedule, it’s amazing you make it home each week. How is school? Any new friends?”
She turned to him, catching the malicious glint in his eyes. Rayan had an apple in his hand and a smile on his handsome face, but the smile was brittle and cold. He tossed up the apple and caught it, biting into it with a loud crunch and smack of his sensual mouth. He winked at Afia. “No new boyfriends?” he goaded.
“Hush that nonsense, Rayan. Your sister is a good girl,” her mother murmured. “Are you hungry, son?”
Rayan shook his head and ambled out of the kitchen. Afia breathed a discreet sigh of relief. She had caught the threat. He didn’t want her mentioning anything about money or his drinking problem to her parents. Afia reluctantly decided not to pry any more into the situation. She had her own skeletons in her closet. No sense in trying to dig into his.
At dinner, the family shared pleasant conversation that ranged from her father’s work as a chemist to gossip amongst Fatima and her friends. Afia said little and ate well, watching her brother closely. She noticed he had taken to sipping from the flask instead of his wineglass. She didn’t think her parents noticed though. Rayan caught her staring and mentioned in an offhand way, “Afia, you should be thankful you’re not like these American women you try to emulate. They’re sex objects. If you don’t be careful, someone will use you up just like they use them.”
“Such foul language at dinner,” Rashad reprimanded, pounding the table. He pointed a warning finger at Rayan, but her brother simply chuckled and shook his head.
“I was joking, Baba. Afia knows I’m joking. Eh?”
Afia slumped down in her chair and continued to eat.
“Eating for two?” Rayan teased softly.
Fatima caught his eye and looked pointedly at Afia. “What’s gotten into you, Rayan? Afia, don’t be a glutton.”
She put down her fork with a sigh and pushed back from the table. “I need to go. I have some assignments to finish at home. It’s getting late.”
“Don’t get lost along the way,” Fatima replied, glancing over at Rayan.
Afia adjusted her hijab. “Now, why would I do that, Maman? Like you said…” She stared at Rayan to drive the point home. “I’m a good girl. Goodbye, Maman, Baba.”
She darted out of the door, the sound of Rayan laughing out loud chasing her. He was a cad and a coward. She hopped into her car, angrily slamming the car door and jamming her key into the ignition. She knew what Rayan was trying to do. With his belittling and degrading comments, he would raise their parents’ suspicions, even if he didn’t confess her secret outright.
Afia gunned the engine and hurried home to her apartment, away from her older brother’s manipulation and schemes. She was furious at Rayan. Something had to be done about him. She just had to figure out what to do.
CHAPTER 7
“Your brother is unstable, Afia,” he countered over the phone. “Are you entirely certain you want to play this game with him? If everything you’ve told me about him is correct, which I have no doubt it is, then instead of getting caught up in his game, you should end this.”
“Rayan thinks he can intimidate me with these tactics, but he can’t.”
“Tell them, Afia.” He dropped his head in his hand and massaged the bridge of his nose. “I’ll go with you. We can sit them down and talk to them together.”
“This is another one of those situations that I have to—“
“Handle alone,” he sighed. “I know. I’m just…I don’t want to put you in a situation where you might get hurt, physically or emotionally. Rayan dropping hints like that will not only make your parents doubt you…it might turn
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