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Veils of Rivalry
Chapter 30
Cole’s POV
Mom has set a spread for breakfast like she does every weekend morning. If she’s not at work on the ward at our local hospital, she’s in the kitchen with her cookbooks and enjoying every second of it.
My stepdad stares at me from across the table. “Where were you last night?”
I raise a brow. “Samson’s, why?”
“We heard the front gates opening in the middle of the night.”
Dropping my gaze to my plate, I shrug. “Wasn’t me.”
The table shakes as his hand slams down on the surface. “Don’t lie, boy.”
“Gavin,” Mom scolds. “He said it wasn’t him.”
“Well, it wasn’t my son.”
He likes to point out on the regular that Blaise is his son, that I am not anything of biology to him, and that he has a strong bad taste toward me. He thinks I’m my dad. I look like him, and apparently, I’m going to grow up to act like him too.
If I ever become a family man, the last thing in the entire world I’d do is abuse them. I wouldn’t force my son to drink gasoline and make him puke it back up, and I wouldn’t make my wife terrified of me.
Never.
I fill my mouth with food and ignore him, despite wanting to slam his face into his bowl of oatmeal.
Blaise walks in, and I freeze my chewing as my eyes follow him. In the daylight, he looks worse. The bruising is more noticeable than earlier. He hasn’t even tried to cover them up or wear a hoodie or sweater to make sure our parents don’t see.
Gavin stands. “Christ, Blaise. What happened?”
He ignores him and takes his seat opposite me, the purple ring around his eye nearly swelling the lid shut. Filling his plate with food, he pours himself a cup of orange juice.
“Did someone hurt you?”
He nods once.
I don’t know why, but I get pissed off, the confused, possessive side of me forgetting that I was the one who hurt him.
My stepdad sits down and grips his cutlery, scowling at me.
“What’s the point in pretending to be a big brother if you can’t protect him?”
Iglare at him and my mom. “So I’m to blame when Blaise is a dick and gets beat up?”
“Yes,” Gavin replies. “I’m going to have a word with your school. You get far too much special treatment because of me, and you repay me by allowing this to happen to my son?” He tsks, shaking his head. “You should have stayed with your father.”
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I push back in my seat and knock his plate from the table, smashing he ceramic on the wall. “Say that again, asshole.”
“That’s enough!” Mom yells. “Blaise, Cole, go to your rooms. Now.”
Blaise gets up and leaves with no words, but I stay in my chair.
“I’m twenty, not thirteen. Stop talking to me like I’m a child.” I turn back to Gavin. “If you ever bring up my father again, I’ll make you fucking regret it.”
“You live under our roof, boy, so you’ll start respecting us, or you’ll be out with no money and no college funding.”
“Gavin,” Mom snaps.
He raises his hand to stop her from saying anything else. “I own your entire future. If I want my son to replace you instead of Jackson on your football team, I will. If I want you on the streets, you will be. If I want you to jump, you will ask me how high.”
“Blaise can stick up for himself,” I grit out. “You need to get your head out of your ass and see he isn’t the little fucking angel you paint him as. He got beat up because he’s a prick, just like his father
“Cole.” Mom pulls my sleeve. “Stop.”
Begrudgingly, I listen and leave, wishing I could punch this motherfucker. But he’s right. My entire future is in his hands.
I hate him just as much as I hate his son.
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The back of my skull hits the tiles, my eyes closing as the hot water soaks my hair and skin. Each long stroke has my balls pulling tighter to my body, my lungs forcing out air as I breathe.
I’ve been hanging on the edge since last night. I wanted to find pleasure instantly. I couldn’t fuck my own hand while in bed, with Blaise sulking in the corner of my room, and I couldn’t do it when he got up and left before we went down for breakfast, and now, hours later, my swollen crown leaks with precum as I slide my hand up and down my rock–hard shaft.
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