57. Are You Wet?

**Emara Stone**

ETHAN!!
My twin brother.
My father’s most intelligent sperm is standing there, locked in the cage with a monster that is going to rip him into fragmented molecules of atoms that we studied about in 7th grade.
*What the fuck is this butter knife doing here?*
Ryan smirks lazily to himself, his lips maliciously curl up like a Velociraptor as he amusingly stares at his stupid human. Suddenly, his malefic gaze shifts to me, ignoring thousands of people cheering his name as his eyes directly pierce through me.
And then only I realized, why, exactly why I am here tonight.
Fuck.
*So fucked!*
My pulse jumps, my stomach clenches, and suddenly I get a nasty desperate urge to flee back home, taking Ethan’s ass with me.
Ryan cockily points his index finger at my nerdy brother then slides slowly towards me, as if saying, ’this-one’s-for-you.’
My toes curl and stomach drops.
All the adrenaline hormones in my body which had gotten excited after watching Rhino the animal half-naked, turn anxious and suicidal at the site of my brother in his unescapable cage.
*This idiotic mother-father!*
Why does Ethan have to always jump into my fantasy and spoil the enjoyment of watching Ryan fight barbarically?
Just let me watch that sweet ass move and those savage punches in the air once without imagining my brother’s broken-bleeding face in between.
I snap out of my day-fuck-dreaming as the fighting bell rings. Instantly, both the dickheads get on eye-to-eye, toe-to-toe, and fist-to-fist.
Ethan was first to hit.
Ryan artifice his block to one side while Ethan swings his punch stupidly, following the demi move. Once his side seems open to attack. Ryan swiftly comes at him from left, ramming him in the ribs.
My soul screams at the sight of watching my brother howl in pain. The crowd cheers and I find myself going black with the intensity of the punch and it’s after effect.
Ethan lands a fist on his opponent’s neck, shoulders, and after two-three strikes, they bounce apart. And I take a deep breath of release.
Ethan’s chest heaves with exertion of pain while he wears an intent look on his face. Whereas Ryan acts cocky, his body glistens with sweat as he stands in the corner of the cage and watches Ethan carefully, like an old lady guarding her garden from the window.
He turns to look at me with a smug smile on his face as if he wants me to know he is the dominating man here. Like he is the banana, and Ethan is its yellow skin, which he is going to peel.
Ethan comes back with fierce strikes and blocks. My mouth opens in awe as I watch my nerdy-always-doing-homework brother boxing in the ring with flying wallops so violent that even Mike Tyson would get impressed.
Suddenly, my breath gets caught in my balloons as Ryan jams into his face so hard that he rebounds on the metal grid of the cage and then falls to his knees.
“NO! Ethan!” I scream at them.
A hard grip clutches on my arm and I feel a warm breath on my ear, “Just chill and enjoy the fight, chica.” Excitement runs through Daniel’s voice as he watches the fight with a sneer.
Ryan lifts his fingers clenched fist and his gaze meets mine. The riot in his eyes shoots a current through my body and I know he is going to beat the puberty out of my brother.
My sex muscles clench every time Ryan propels his veiny taut arm and my heart grips every time Ethan gets smashed.
This is the worst place to get turned on, especially since my brother is getting disintegrated into fossils.
Suddenly, Ryan grabs Ethan by the back of neck and thrusts his head forward, growling something in his ears. His lips move so fast as none of us could figure out what he spat and then he ends the match by thwacking a powerful punch on Ethan’s jaw.
“Gentlemen, the bacteria is down!” Crowd enraptures in roar as the cage opens and Ryan stands victoriously tall. “And our winner is our one-horn animal, Rhinoooo-Saurass!”
Ryan’s piercing brown eyes meet mine and I feel a knot pulling inside my stomach. A drop of blood glistens at the side of lip while his eyes stay glued to me, as if asking me, *‘are-you-wet?’*
My entire body quaver as I watch him lick the blood off his lips, and I am unable to stop fantasizing him upon me, drawing heavy breaths as his hips rolls over me while he thrusts his hard- WHAT THE FUCK EMARA!
*You stupid hoe!*
I push past the sweaty bodies as they rhyme of Rhino, and reach the gates. Ethan hobbles his way down from the cage and slowly, yet lamely limps towards the exit.
“Ethan.”
I flinch as he turns around and I get to look at him directly. His face looks swollen and so badly cut that people would call Voldemort pretty in front of him.
Ethan’s eyes squint, then widen as he recognizes me. “Emara? What are you doing here?” He growls clutching to his stomach.
“I-I followed you.” I stutter. If Ethan came to know about me, Ryan and his minion’s date, he will again go back on the stage regardless of his broken face.
“Order your Fight Club soaps.” The voice booms through the speaker. I look up and see the man with golden robe circling in the cage with a pink colour rectangular box in his hand.
“It cleanse all the scars deeply that you got from the fights. Also its jasmine rose smell will remind you of your ex as if she never left you. Book your soaps now. We have limited bars only.”
*What fuck shit sale-marketing is this?*
I turn towards Ethan. His face is swelled slightly on the right side and my sweet sister instinct want to take an ice pack and put it on his jaw.
“What were you thinking before challenging Ryan? And how the hell did you even reach to these people?” I ask him while checking his injuries.
He is badly beaten like a pizza dough.
“I didn’t. They contacted me.” He purrs under the inflicting pain as he stands straight.
*Who would contact my nerdy brother?*
“Stacey!” I hear a whistle behind me. The guy with platinum blond hair and tattoos circles around us and stops in front of Ethan. “How many guys are you dating?” He sneers looking at me.
“Excuse me, Ethan is my brother.” I defy strongly. His eyebrow with silver piercing shoots up as if this is a spicy information of the day. What was his name again.. Zydick?
“Zydus. What do you want?” Ethan asks him while wearing his tee and pants, still hissing under the pain.
“I brought something for you.” The blonde cooes as he pulls out a packet with white crystal-powder. He dangles the packet at Ethan in a way like teasing a bone in-front of a dog.
*He brought sugar for my brother?*
“I don’t want it.” Ethan shakes his head, then looks up at my squinty suspicious eyes.
“Why? Are you chickening out, baby Plasmodium?” Zydus snickers as he pulls out more packets. “I have something else for you. It’s an exotic stuff with double power.”
The fucktard dips his pinky finger in the packet and licks the powder off his tip saying, “Pure crystals baby.”
*What the hell is this shit?*
“What is this?” Small sugar crystals look back at me as I stare at the packet with wide eyes.
Zydus smirks, “For you, I have something sultry.” His tattooed palm slides in his pocket and he pulls out a small bottle with colourful pills. “These are buttons. This will skyrocket your ecstasy to another level.” And winks at me.
*Is he offering me sex drugs?*
Ethan shoves Zydus and his buttons out of my face and warns in his big brother’s tone, “Leave her out. I told you I don’t want it anymore. Any of this.”
Zydus’s friendly face evaporates and nefarious personality takes over. Like a wolf who peeled off his sheep clothes, he raises his tattooed hand grimly and spats, “Three hundred dollars.”
“What?” Ethan spats.
Zydus raises his pierced eyebrow, his eyes get dark and so does his voice, “I gave you three packets. And it was a hundred each, just do the math.”
*Oh my Mississippi!*
“You never told me I had to pay.” Ethan’s eyes and soul, both pops out.
The vile guy scoffs. He taps his long and thick fingers on his head saying, “Do you have a dick in your head? Nothing is free, baby.”
“Three hundred dollars!” My brain runs on calculation, fast and errorless, “You took three hundred dollars’ powder from him.” I yell at my nerd brother who never bought me a three dollar candy.
“Crystals. And it was elite stuff imported from South Africa. Very much into demand.” He raises his tattooed hand and tussles through his platinum split-end hair.
“Shut up, Emara.” Ethan barks and glares at his dealer, “And I’ll give you the money. I just need some time.”
Zydus pulls out a cigarette, he places it in between his two burnt lips and lights it. The smoke released from his blow vanishes in the air, along with his salesman personality. “A week.” He threatens.
“I need my money in a week.” His eyes shifts to mine and I swear I saw them changing colour, “Or I know from whom to settle scores.” He whistles out of tune and disappears into the crowd.
. . .
I stay quiet on the ride as Ethan drives us back to home. All the intelligent questions boil in my head and excite me to yell at him. “How are you going to get the money?”
Ethan quietly rides the bike, ignoring me at his best. “Should we tell dad about this? That guy seemed highly shady to me.”
And his malicious threats, they were serious enough to shake my sweet beejesus kingdom. I don’t trust Zydick or his dick.
Ethan shakes his head as he yells in the wind, “I’ll deal with it. Don’t worry.” I sit quietly with wind blowing my hair as I think about my watermelon panties. *What a waste to wear them!*
I look at the helmet head in front of me, then at his shoulders which surprisingly looks broad to me. And I instantly face palm myself. I can’t believe I called my brother hot on stage.
Our street comes in the view but one question keeps on swimming in my deep head and I spill it out, “Ethan, what did Ryan tell you in between the fight?”
I remember him growling something in his ears, I hope they were not curse words, as his face looked dead serious at that time.
Ethan turns off the ignition and I step down of the bike. He removes the helmet and his squished papaya face comes in light. We do not look twins at this moment.
“What did he say to you?” I ask him softly this time.
Ethan takes a deep breath before saying, “Ryan warned me to get out of Zydus’s circuit.”
*Oh.*