Chapter One
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Tucker
Fuuuck! I slammed my fist once again against the bars that held us in. Fuckin’asshole-mother-fucker! Pregnant. She was fucking pregnant. He had no right. No right at all! She was off limits. Totally off limits. To him, to Van, to me. To everyone! Then dickhead had to go and fuck it all up. “Fuck!”
First my damn ass car, then Faith, now this? I was going to miss that wedding. I’m surprised that those asshats McGuire’s haven’t knocked Faith up yet. If it was me- shit. That’s exactly what happened with Rissa. He knew we all wanted her and ignored our pact, and went to stake claim. Shit.
"It's my problem. I'll deal with it."
I turned back to the dickwad. He was lying on the metal bench with one leg up. "You're going to fix this? You’re going to fix this! Hell no! We're going to fix this."
The dickwad shot up, fist at his sides. "It's my baby."
That’s when Van finally spoke and what he said had me seeing red. "Actually, it could be mine."
I didn’t even say anything as I stepped in my brothers direction, grabbed his shirt, and before he could react, swung my arm back and full force socked him in the jaw. I let him go as he sunk to the ground passed out.
“Jeez, eh, didn’t need to snog him that hard.”
I kicked my best friend- ex best friend’s -side where he was laying down. He groaned, curling into a ball. Then I flipped him the bird. “Both your ‘words of honor’ are shit.”
I remembered our fucking promise like it was yesterday.
She was fifteen and jailbait and there was no way I was going to be tapping her ass. I had a year until I was considered legal and the cops were already keeping a close eye on us.
Frances, our best friend came to visit for that summer. He watched Marissa like a hawk.
We were out at the pool watching her tan when Van swam over and smacked the back of our heads. "Don't be lookin' at her like that. She’s jailbait, assholes. She might be asking with the way she showing off, but don't ever go there."
The two of us grunted. "Keep your head in the race tonight. Marissa is off limits. We're not going there, ever. Agreed?"
My eyes left the hot rise of her ass and twisted around to glare at my brother. "Does that go for you too, Van?" My snide comment left my mouth before I could stop it. Van wouldn't ever, but I've seen the way he watched her.
"Do you think I want some young ass teen giving me my fix?" he barked.
Frances clucked his tongue in denial before I could say a word. "Eh, it doesn't seem like Vanny boy wants to be in on his own warning, does it Tuck? Just giving up excuses. Lesson is, you're twenty, Van. Four years older than her. What happens when she not jailbait anymore?"
Perfect. Right there, what Frances said, made perfect sense.
Knowing my brother, he'd wait for it too.
Van growled, eyes flashing rage. He'd been caught. "Fuck it. Fine, assholes. Yes. Same. Agreed."
And that was it. We left Marissa alone but lusted from afar- for years.
Until the two of them broke the agreement.
In the same.
Fucking.
Year.
“And you?” the dickhead wheezed from his spot on the jail bench, bringing me out of my thoughts. “I wasn’t the one lusting after her cousin because you were too far gone on the other!”
My fist clenched at my sides. “I had my reasons!”
He snorted. “You saw Marissa in Faith and thought you could have her. At least she wasn't your sister's best friend. That’s dick of a brother-best-friend shit move. And that packed we made that one summer, Tucker, we were sixteen! Sixteen, barely driving legal and she just grew tits! Of course our dicks were going to go moc-ten.”
“We said we’d stay away from her. That-”
“We said a bunch of shit back then, asshole. We’re not teens anymore. Hell, I’m hedging twenty-six. You are right behind me and Van’s the old man of the group. I’m surprised he actually got it up enough to do the damn deed.”
I snorted and threw myself on the bench on the other side. “He’s thirty, dumbass.”
“Old-mother-fucker, eh?”
My mouth pressed as I opted not to say a thing when the outside security door swung open and my granny walked in. “My grandsons are not leaving here until I know what the hell is going on.”
I spoke up before dickhead could, stealing his thundered. “Van got Marissa pregnant.”
Granny’s eyebrows shot up. “Uh-huh. Then why go beating on your best friend?”
The dickhead spoke. “Because I got her pregnant too.”
“You know that’s entirely impossible.”
My brother started to groan on the floor when my best friend answered. “It is what it is, Granny. No changing that. Van and I are going to be daddies.”
“You’re an idiot.” I murmured, thinking it was now my turn. My thoughts raced with plans and ideas.
Fuck the assholes for getting her pregnant.
I was going to steal her from them.
The baby could call me daddy.
This time, I was keeping Marissa as mine.