Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
“You thought wrong.” I step past her and head to the parking lot.
My feet come to a halt when I find someone leaning against the front of my car, legs crossed and his fingers toying with a key so close to the paint.
Not far from him stands a replica.
Landon and Brandon King.
Though their looks are identical—everything else isn’t. Who I assume is Brandon dresses like a preppy boy with khaki pants and a polo shirt. His hair is styled, too, and he appears to be right out of a lacrosse team.
Landon’s hair is messy, out of control, and he’s in jeans and a denim jacket, not to mention that the look in his eyes is more dispassionate.
More…empty.
Probably as empty as mine.
Interesting.
“Nice ride,” he says, still letting the key hover a few inches away as a form of a threat.
“Thanks,” I reply nonchalantly. “It’s special edition.”
“Impressive,” he says with no note of amazement whatsoever.
“I know.”
“Then you should also know that I’ll vandalize it and then your life if you don’t stay away from my sister.”
So this is about that Instagram picture. I figured it’d ruffle some people’s feathers, but this is a lot faster than I thought.
“I’d love to help you with that, but what to do?” I show my good-boy smile. “You saw how much she was into it. I mean, me.”
“That’s not true.” Brandon steps in my direction. “Glyn would never choose someone like you, so you must’ve coerced her in some way.”
“Someone like me?” I tilt my head. “You mean a fourth-year med student at nineteen, heir to an empire, and a leader in one of the world’s most prestigious colleges? Oh, and your sister’s boyfriend.”
“You are not,” Brandon says.
“Denial is the first stage.” I smile. “I’m sure you’ll get to the acceptance stage eventually.”
A slow clap makes me stare at Landon, who’s grinning maniacally. “Bravo. I’m in fucking tears over your performance.” His good humor vanishes along with his claps. “But I won’t repeat myself another time. Let my sister go or I’ll be inclined to take action against you, your leadership status, and your fucking little empire. Once I’m finished with you, you’ll look in the mirror and not recognize yourself. Maybe then you’ll realize that you shouldn’t have messed with my family.”
Hmm, interesting.
He has loyalty. No, not loyalty. A sense of ownership. He probably thinks of Glyndon and Brandon as his people—the property that when touched would reflect badly on his image.
“What if she wants to be with me?” I ask. “What are you going to do then?”
“Change her mind.”
I grin. “I’m afraid I’m not the forgettable type.”
“And neither am I.”
We stare at each other, unblinking in a war of wits. No wonder Glyndon said her brother is like me. He is, but it’s bothersome that he’s against me right now.
What’s the easiest way to make him accept me? I doubt any form of manipulation will work on him.
And he probably won’t lose interest in this since he considers Glyndon under his protection.
“Just find someone else,” Brandon says in a placating voice. “I’m sure you have endless choices at your disposal.”
Landon realizes exactly where my focus shifts the moment his brother speaks. His key drops on the car and I grin.
Bingo.
He didn’t want Brandon here. He thinks he’s weak, probably too nice for his own good. He probably can’t hold his own either.
Unlike my relationship with Gareth, Landon considers Brandon under his protection.
And just now, he knows that I’m going after him so he’ll leave me and Glyndon alone.
“Brandon, right?” I give him the brightest, most fake smile I can conjure.
He nods, warily.
“Glyndon talks about you all the time, said you’re her favorite brother.” Not really, but she would’ve definitely gone for that angle if it were the case. And I’m hitting two birds with one stone.
Brandon will feel special. Landon will be rejected out of the favorite position. Not that I think he cares much about that, but it’s a pride thing and we care about pride.
“She also said she wished you’d all get along better,” I continue in an almost soothing voice, imitating Mom’s tone when she talks to us. “It breaks her heart when you guys are fighting, and she wishes she could do more to be the bridge between you two.”
Brandon’s stance slowly relaxes and the corners of his eyes soften.
“Get it the fuck together,” Landon bites out. “He’s manipulating you, Bran.”
“Why would I?” I still speak in the same tone. “I’m not asking anything from you, am I? I’m just relaying what Glyndon told me. I felt bad for her when she said that she was trapped between you two, which is why she prefers dinners at your grandfather’s house instead of back home.”
That’s something I gathered from her Instagram. She has more pictures with her grandfather and grandmother than with her parents. She has more pictures with Bran than with Lan.