TYSON CAINE: Book 1 in the Brothers in Arms Series (Brothers in Arms Book 1) by Aleya Michelle Read Free Book Online Page B

asshole,” I declare and turn to walk away. Then the jerk grabs hold of my arm.
    “The lady told you to let go,” I hear Tyson shout as he grabs Sean’s arm and pushes it roughly off me.
    “I should have known this slut would be yours. Tyson Caine, still living in your brother’s shadow?” the asswipe says, and that does it.
    Tyson’s fist connects with Sean’s nose, hard and fast. Blood starts dripping instantly. A crowd has quickly gathered around them.
    Sean throws a punch in retaliation hitting Tyson straight on his jaw. I’m sure that will give him a shiner tomorrow. Tyson throws another punch, but Sean ducks and tackles him roughly to the ground. That must have hurt—the damn hard as stone tiles are not an ideal place to land.
    Tyson kicks trying to get Sean off him, and then pushes his shoulders causing him to fly backward into the wall. The crash is loud and ricochets through the house, followed by a sickening crack.
    “Fuck,” he screams and throws his arm up to his shoulder.
    Shit! This is bad. I risk a look in Sean’s direction, and he appears to be in serious pain, holding his shoulder. The angle it is poking up doesn’t look good at all.
    Why the hell did he have to show up at this party? He wasn’t invited.
    He is an asshole, though, so I guarantee he will put in a report and Coach will have Tyson’s balls. A stocky looking friend of Sean’s runs over and helps him up.
    “You will regret this, Caine,” Sean growls as they head out the front.
    “Are you okay, Ty?” I ask him putting my hand on his arm.
    “Yeah. Are you?” he asks, looking concerned for my wellbeing. “That guy is such a tool. I couldn’t just let him put his hands all over you,” he states trying to justify his actions.
    “You don’t need to explain. I’m grateful you stepped in. The jerk deserved it. I just feel bad because now Coach will find out. Do you think you will miss the first game?” I question him, feeling nervous and thinking of the worst-case scenario.
    “Here, I thought Tyler would be the one to cause shit, drink too much, or get into a fight,” Tyson replies shaking his head at the events that occurred.
    “Coach is not one to mess around with fighting and football. So it’s pretty safe to say I won’t be playing next week unless Coach gets a lobotomy,” Tyson declares frowning and looking bewildered.
    Shit, this is a nightmare.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    “Now, you boys don’t make plans for tomorrow. We are fixing the shed roof,” Dad declares at dinner. It’s one of the only times the five of us have all been home together.
    “That means you too, Tyler. Got it?” Dad asks and gives Tyler his best ‘don’t even try to squirm your way outta this’ look. 
    “What time will we be done?” Tyler asks rudely.
    “We will be done when I say we are,” he replies matching Tyler’s obnoxious behavior.
    I notice Tyler roll his eyes. Those two are like oil and water. I don’t think I’ve ever come across two family members so different and hostile toward each other. It’s not until later that I realize they are exactly the same, and that is why they butt heads and never get along.
    “I’m so glad all my boys will be spending the day together. I’ll set out some meat for you to make hamburgers for lunch tomorrow,” Mom chimes in, sounding chirpy. She really amazes me how she can sound so cheery in these situations.
    “What time do you work tomorrow, Mom?” Thomas asks her as she pulls him in for a quick hug.
    “I start at eight in the morning, Tommy, so I’ll leave around seven thirty, but I’ll be back for dinner, sweet boy,” she replies kissing his forehead.
    Sometimes, I forget just how much a fourteen-year-old boy needs his mother.
    I didn’t realize Mom would be gone the whole day. Eight hours of father and son time …
    God help us. I give them one hour before the fighting starts.
    I decide to send Brooklyn a quick text message with an idea.
    Me:
    Are you free