Eight
Pov
Mason
I watch Tessa run through the trees, and I'm seething, holding myself back from going after her. She's always running away from me, and I hate this shit.
"Well, that didn't go as I expected. I really thought she would choose. I guess the little volcano has more steel in her spine than I thought," Bennett reflects beside me as his eyes track her form retreating as well.
"She's just delaying the inevitable. Next time, it'll be me holding the gun, and I'll shoot someone. I don't care," I respond with annoyance dripping from my tone at Bennett's arrogant attitude. He wants her as much as I do, and he's just as relentless as I am too. His incessant need to use humor all the time has made me wish I had shot him ten minutes ago when I noticed him pointing the gun at Tessa.
"Let her sulk and surrender to her feelings. We put her body into it tonight, and her flight instinct clearly won. She's home. She's not going far. Come on, let's go inside and have a drink and maybe cause some shit," he turns, walking around the pool and back inside, but I stay behind.
"You have fun with that. I'm good," I ignore his suggestion and hint that I need some alone time. Too many people in the house right now, and if I blow, we'll spend the rest of the night cleaning up bodies and making them disappear.
I'm barely holding it together. I'm so keyed up for a fight that I'm actually thinking about starting one with Grey. We've got the most rage between us, balanced in that department.
But I'm reckless and hard.
Gray is lethal and silent.
Do I want to risk losing a limb? Not particularly, especially since I'm in a damn pissing contest with my brother.
I can still taste my little volcano on my tongue and feel her lips around my cock as I thrust brutally in and out of her mouth.
I would've let myself be baptized by her pussy.
Pushing away thoughts of what went down here, I glance at the armchair she had folded and make my way to it and pick it up.
No one else will use this particular piece of furniture again, and I'd rather not have to figure out how to prevent that by leaving it here.
I walk toward the side of the house and head for the left path, leading me to the shed. I hoist the chair onto one shoulder as I punch in my code and let the shed door open. All our rich boy toys come into view, and I move between two of the four-wheelers to deposit the chair in the back.
No one comes here except Bennett and me. I can't even remember the last time Dad passed through here. If he'd just vacate the house permanently and move to the other side of the mountain, we'd all be better off.
I need a damn drink.
I head back into my own house knowing I'll have to deal with the resident bartender just to get wasted.
How the hell this party is at my house and Gray is in charge, is still unknown.
I thought I had control issues, but mine are minuscule compared to his.
I sit on top of the bar along the room and just shout, "Tequila." No other words are spoken, but I'm grateful for the silence. It helps that Emerson didn't leave the makeshift dance floor right in the middle of the room. I can see her out of the corner of my eye, spinning and dancing against one of Grey's sisters.
Damn, I take back my questioning of why Grey is always in charge. He's got four women living with him, and that's enough to drive anyone psychotic. Doesn't help that Grey is completely obsessed with the one woman in his house he's not related to.
I pour two shots, and on the second one, I slam the glass hard against the marble and feel it crack.
Cheap shit.
"Another, Bish."
"I hate it when you call me Bish. Sounds like bitch and makes me want to fucking shoot your dick off," Grey snipes at me but pours me another shot of tequila. Top shelf. Don Julio 1942. Only the best for the Ravens.
"That's exactly why I do it, right now." I down my shot, slamming the glass back on the built-in bar.
"You came here reeking of sex, clearly showing you got a piece of my cousin. Hope you and Bennett figured that out. I'm not dealing with either of you being mopey bastards. Got enough shit on my plate. Also, not aiming to be Dr. Phil, that motherfucker." He's a fucking asshole, but I smile, imagining him with that stupid mustache and bald head asking about our lives and shit.
I don't know where Bennett went after Tessa shoved her tail and ran off... again. I'm getting tired of his evasiveness, and that's saying something coming from me. I'm the first to avoid anything to do with too many emotions.
Let's attribute that to being raised by Eric Slade.
"I could go into detail for you on how that happened. Maybe help you calm down. I saw Emerson got you all twisted up again. Saw you flip your hat three times in the last ten minutes," I tease him, knowing just mentioning her name will cause a twitch in his jaw or a flicker in his eye.
He looks at me, clearly irritated. But that's his default setting anyway. I can't even say shit because it's mine too.
I choose not to say anything more and further needle Grey. I've got other things to worry about, and he moves away from me to talk to someone a few feet away. I vaguely recognize the guy, but I think I've only met him once or twice before.
McKenna, I think his name is. He owns a mechanic shop in a few towns that I know Remington prefers. Always busting our asses to make sure we bring our bikes there, but I'm stubborn and don't care.
I'll eventually bring my stuff, but if my lights aren't on, that's fine.
I'm fighting with my brother. Lowering myself enough to defend his mother. A touchy subject for him, while mine is literally a stranger to me. She handed me over to Dad without a fight as soon as we were discharged from the hospital. I've only seen what she looks like in the one photo Dad has.
She's dead. Physically? I have no idea because I never bothered to look her up. I don't need to know her. She's dead to me in every way that matters.
If she is indeed dead, I'm sure it's because she stuck her nose in Slade business where she had no right to poke around. That's how all the bodies stack up. I've played cleanup crew for Dad enough now that it's second nature. Once you get to this mountain, if we don't want you to be found, you won't be.
Tessa tied me the fuck up, and my annoyance is at its peak for having to fight with my brother over her. The fear in her eyes when we held her and gave her a taste of what it would be like to have the attention of both Slade brothers made the endorphins in my system expand.
The best blowjob I've ever received, and to be honest, it was enjoyable to see her with Bennett. It was almost like seeing myself with her. The push and pull we gave her left her body tense and her mind liquid.
We could've done anything we wanted with her in that moment, and the wave of power that gives me is enough to take a bit of the tension away.