With a hiss, I forced myself into a sitting position, using my hand as a prop. I swiped the blood out of my eyes and blinked at my Mustang nearby. Pain radiated in my body, and the world around me tilted as I stumbled to my feet. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. These guys were supposed to be my brothers. We’d been living under the same roof for years. I was betrayed. Beaten. Pissed off. And all because of what? Because they thought I was gay. If this was what happened when someone suspected I was gay, what would happen when they found out I actually was?
