Withstanding Me by Crystal Spears Read Free Book Online Page B

smacked me or some shit. Whatever… are you doin okay?”
    His body swings around so fast it almost gives me whiplash.
    “Am I fuckin okay? You must be fuckin jokin. I swear I know you’re not that fuckin stupid Winter. When I can stop seeing Lana with blood all over her fuckin body, gasping her last fuckin breaths… maybe then will I be okay.”
    I gulp. “I miss her too.”
    “You had her longer than I did,” he replies.
    How does that make a difference?
    “That doesn’t matter Pyro. We both loved her.”
    “Yeah? Well I didn’t get to love her long enough. A hundred motherfuckin years wouldn’t have been long enough!”
    I gasp when I see Braxxon approaching us, looking like a ball of fire ready to burn a victim.
    ***
    Braxxon
    My vice president’s voice grows loud. I stop talking numbers with Max.
    “What the fuck?”
    My feet carry me quickly as I spot Pyro and Angel in a heated discussion. He fuckin knows better than to talk to my Angel like that!
    What the fuck is his fuckin problem?
    “Braxx… baby, it’s okay. We were talkin about Lana,” Angel says grabbing me by my shoulders as I square off with Pyro.
    “Let me tell you what’s not okay, baby. What’s not okay is my fuckin vice president who is my fuckin best friend to be talkin to my woman like that! It’s not fuckin okay.”
    Pyro looks at me. “Let me tell you what’s not okay, brother,” Pyro growls. “What’s not okay is your woman askin me if I’m okay. That shits not okay! My fuckin business is my goddamn own! Not your fuckin girlfriend’s.”
    What the hell is going on here? I pull Angel closer to me and look into her gold eyes.
    “What happened?” I say quietly, my anger subsiding.
    “I just asked if he was okay. I heard him talking with ZZ about Storm and something he said worried me. I swear, I only asked if he was okay.”
    “My business is my own goddamned business, Braxxon. She has no right fuckin asking me personal shit. Get your fuckin woman under control!”
    Angel and I have been working on this breathing technique shit. You know, to try and rein in our anger issues. So… I do just that. I breathe in a few fuckin times before replying.
    “I see. So I’m sure Lana would love the way you’re talkin to her best friend like this?”
    Low blow? Maybe. Do I give a flyin fuck? No.
    “Braxxon,” Winter gasps out.
    “It’s the fuckin truth Angel. Lana would not approve of him talkin to you like that and I sure as fuck don’t approve of my brother talkin to you like that.”
    ***
    Pyro
    FUCK!
    He has a fuckin point as always. But I’m still fuckin pissed. What the fuck is happenin to this club? Since when did women get to just go up to us, and ask us if we’re doin okay?
    I’m not fuckin apologizing. Fuck that. They still have one another. Do I still have my Flower? FUCK NO!
    She’s gone. She ain’t comin back. When I look down at my hands, I don’t see clean hands. I see bloodied up fuckin hands. Bloody from my Flower dying in my arms. Her lasts words to me keep playin over and over in my fuckin head. No matter what, it doesn’t go away. Drinking is the only time her voice doesn’t ring loud in my ears. The only time it muffles out so I can barely hear them. My brother still has his Angel. He still gets to hold her, make love to her, grow old with her. I don’t wish this pain on anybody. Not even my worst enemy. Lana and I didn’t get much time together. We didn’t get to learn everything about one another.
    Braxxon’s voice wakes me from my thoughts.
    “Don’t fuckin’ talk to her like that again, brother. I don’t give a fuck if you’re my best friend or not. I’ll lay your ass out,” Braxxon growls.
    Jesus!
    “I don’t need this shit,” I murmur and walk away.
    Fuck everyone. Fuck them all!
    ***
    Storm
    I’m making my way through the parking lot to my car when Pyro storms past me. I watch as he straddles his bike and throttles it to start. The idiot has a fifth in his hands as he drives