Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (most popular ebook readers .txt) 📗

Oh, yeah. I guess so.

"Listen, there's Julia on the second floor, she's sad, go cheer the girl up."

I point my head in the direction of the stairs, ending the dialogue. I gotta find my brother and get out of here.

"What? I fucking told no one to go upstairs, stupid."

He rushes off to the sound of my loud laughter.

"And check the pool! I'm throwing it after him."

I find Lucas, pull him out from under some chick on the couch who's sucking on him with her duck lips, and drag him toward the exit.

"Matt, let's hang out some more!" Junior sluggishly resists, and when we go outside he pushes me away. "I don't want to go home."

"What's with the hysteria, Lucas?" I surprisingly look at my brother's face. He always leaves at the first call.

Black rage seizes my brain in a second when it suddenly dawned on me. His pupils dilate, a half-smile appears on his lips despite the fact that he's angry.

I grab the cretin by the chest and shake him.

"What did you take?"

His face takes on a guilty expression in a moment, but he shakes his head in denial nonetheless.

"Nothing."

"Don't make a fool out of me. What?"

"Plan. Half a joint, Matt, I swear" I see he's not lying. He clenches his teeth, grabbing my wrists and pulling them away from him, and then he bends over, groaning in pain as I sharply drive my fist into his solar plexus.

"This is for the future. If I find out you're taking something heavier, I'll kill you. Do you understand?" I can barely control myself.

Lucas nods.

"We are going home! " I give him an order and walk to the car.

Next time he'll think before he puts shit in his mouth. I won't let him make mistakes, that I've once done.