Are You Sure?

“Oi, mate. You sure you’re ready? How long have you known this girl? I mean, she’s cute and all. I can see fucking her for a…” That’s as far as Pete gets before Joe has me by the back of my neck and Emerson’s in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. They’re both stopping me from grabbing Pete by his tongue, so I can yank the fucking thing out of his head.

Meanwhile, The Peacekeepers, Emmett and Easton are swiftly ushering the scrawny bastard out of my office.

“You have a fabulous support system Grandson, which indicates, to me, you are too obvious and too slow.” What the fuck? Old man. You’re next.

Either I am too obvious or Jeremy is observant. “Eddie,” Gran and Jeremy are the only two who call Grandad Eddie. “First, stop poking the fucking bull. Second, stop blowing bullshit. Everyone in this room knows you’d respond the same way. You, and I know, you have responded the same way. You and I also know the outcome. That boy,” Jeremy says with more than a little salt in his voice. “Pete is his name?” Everyone nods affirmation before Jeremy continues. “He deserves what he was gonna get, which I know is a tongue extraction.” Jeremy looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I don’t respond. I merely stare at the open office door.

Joe looks over my shoulder at my face. Agreement, with Jeremy’s conclusion no doubt. Emerson stares at me. When I shift my gaze back to my little brother’s face, he asks the magic question, without looking away from me, “How did you know?”

Jeremy clears his throat and addresses Edward, “Remember mate. We know the outcome.”