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Logan shook his head at the purple couch I’d ordered as it was carried inside. The color reminded me of the suit the Joker wore in Batman. I might have been a closeted superhero nerd and the Joker was my favorite villain, but that was beside the point.
Staring at my new table with its six empty chairs made my chest tighten. My mom had been wrong. It wasn’t the table that was the heart. It was the people who sat at it.
“You’re not peer pressuring one of the neighbor boys into smoking, are you?” he drawled as if really serious. “Well, you know me. My life of debauchery wouldn’t be as satisfying if I didn’t add the corruption of others,”
As he got closer, I got the feeling this was one of the plural brothers Colt had mentioned. They looked very similar, but he was clearly older and taller than Colt by a few inches and his eyes were brown. They had the same pale golden hair. His was shaved on the sides and styled messily on top. “I was just introducing myself to our new neighbor. This is Shiloh. Shiloh, this is my brother Keelan.”
He’d tucked a small pistol between a carton of eggs and the sidewall. I’d positioned a gallon of milk in front of it so I wouldn’t have to see it every time I opened the fridge.
I had more than just the scars on my arm, wrists, and ankles. I had two really bad ones on my stomach and one on my back shoulder. The ones on my stomach were from stab wounds that had almost killed me.
Creed’s aquamarine’s eyes met mine. “That’s what it looks like when I don’t like someone.” “Noted,” I said.
“Jealous you didn’t get a shake to share with Shiloh?” I heard Keelan ask Creed. I glanced over at Creed to see him glaring at his older brother. “Shut up,” he grumbled. Keelan just smirked.
Keelan looked to Knox. “I have the sudden urge to binge watch all the Superman movies.”
“You’re wearing another man’s jersey, looking hot as hell, and we don’t like it,” Creed said bluntly.
“Knox and Keelan own Desert Stone Fitness?”
That was obvious
I stripped down to my underwear. I was wearing my Harley Quinn set that was half black and half red and had black sequin diamonds on the red sides.
I couldn’t look away from my dad’s mutilated body.
UHM that was a sentence alright, to just start off from where I left off. Just wasn't expecting it
“Everyone is a mess. Some are just better at hiding it than others,” Creed said.
