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

14

Matt

"Marina has nowhere to live" Lana excuses herself, throwing a look of apology at Rie.

It pisses me off when she hangs around with who knows who, assuming that everyone in the world suddenly miraculously becomes her friend after a couple of days. The little fool doesn't know how to read people at all.

A couple of times I've seen my sister with university whores, then in company, used to dabble in drugs. Every time such a friendship ends with me dragging Miss Naivety and Stupidity home by the scruff of the neck, and her yelling about not letting me talk to anyone else.

Here we are now. Who the fuck is Rie? Where the fuck did she come from? One thing I know for sure, even though she tries to seem inaccessible, her whole demeanor shows me what she really is. I like to play with her in the game "bend and fuck", but the game is still a game. Her imaginary friendship with the little one doesn't suit me.

"So what? You decided to bring in the runaway bitch?"

My sister's eyes flash, but the warning in my own puts out that faint fire of contradiction.

"It's not like that. Marina helped me. You see," She hesitates for a moment, as if deciding whether to speak or not. Lana bites her lip and blurts out, "I crashed Dan's motorcycle. There was no money to pay for the repairs, so he offered to work as a grid-girl on the track, but I knew you'd freak out. I was desperate, I didn't know what to do, so I told Reenah everything. She offered to work for me. And now I have to help her! I can't leave her, you should have seen the shit hole she was going to spend the night in!"

W.H.A.T. T.H.E. F.U.C.K.?

The silence couldn't seem to be any more palpable. Even Laura in the kitchen has stopped rattling the plates. I almost don't even catch the meaning of the last words, frozen at the moment about the bike and Dan.

"What the fuck did you do?"

I bark and let go of the brunette pressed against the table. Rie, taking the opportunity, quickly straightens up and bounces back, while I grab the elbow of the fool we share the same gene material with and shake her.

"Why in the hell were you on Dan's motorcycle?"

Her clenched eyelids should signify that she's in pain, but I don't give a fuck.

"You're hurting me."

"It's going to hurt even more. How did you contact Dan?"

" Matt, let her go," The brunette intervenes without the same confidence, but I with one look besiege the unsuccessful attempt to help her savior.

"Stay out of family business!"

Rina recoils, as if I had slapped her on the cheek, and takes a few steps back.

"Matt, I wanted to learn how to ride, so I went to the track and met some guys and girls there. One of them was Dan. He offered to teach me for a fee."

"In kind?"

"No, I paid him with my pocket money. And then when I learned, I asked to go to the track, and he let me."

With every word I say, I'm getting more and more angry. My temples start pounding, and my fantasy is already painting what I'm going to do to this asshole.

"Just on a curve I got cut off, I fell and scratched his bike, and broke something else. I couldn't afford to pay for the repair, so he offered to work it out another way."

"Why didn't he suggest a third option? Like how he fucks you in all your holes?"

There's horror in her brown eyes, but I'm not going to calm her down. Stupid-headed fool. Lives in her fairy tales, forgetting about the real world, where women pay in a different way.

"I don't know. He couldn't do it," She mumbles with biting lips.

"And you decided to ask Rie to work for you?"

"No, she suggested it. I introduced her to Dan, and he didn't mind."

I glance at the savage girl, who is staring blankly into the table. Her thin fingers crumple the napkin, foot tapping nervously on the floor. I'll deal with her later.

"Listen to me, Lana," I grip the hand of my idiot sister, who is shrieking in pain, "You stay home, and don't go out. You're under arrest now, since you don't know how to behave in society. If I have to, I'll provide you with home schooling, and you'll take your exams online, got it?"

The chin on Lana's face begins to shake, and tears stream out of her eyes.

"And ... you," I turn to Reenah, "I'll talk to you later."

I let go the blushing hand of youngest Cahlon, the mistake of our family, and walk out of the house, slamming the door loudly.

What a fuckin' bitch Dan is. He knows how to piss me off. We've been at each other's throats for a long time, ever since I noticed that he's been tweaking some riders' bikes to make them accidentally arrive late or leave the track at all.

I doubt that shithead didn't know who Lana is. He knew, and that's why he trained her and let her out on the track. He knew that the little fool would get nervous and fall off the track. I don't know what he was counting on, to cripple her or just make her look bad, but he wouldn't get away with it.

I get in the car and drive to his garage. I want to wring the bastard's neck and send him to the hospital for extraction. I squeeze the steering wheel so that the leather creaks under my palms. I smoke two cigarettes, not stopping at red lights and speeding through intersections.

I drive up to the right place in the industrial area, kick the door open with my foot, and go inside. His two helpers were just fiddling with their bikes, and when they saw me, they looked at each other apprehensively.

"Where's Dan?"

I kick back the rebar under my feet with my sneaker and move closer.

"He's not here" The one decides to answer. They know I'm not just asking for general information.

Without rasping for conversation, I grab him by the nostrils with two fingers and drag him up. The woodpecker whines, twisting his head to keep from breaking the nose and reaching for my hand.

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