Garden of Sins

“I don’t know, bro. Do you feel provoked?” I ask softly.

All of a sudden, he’s on me, grabs me by the neck like Dad always does, and pulls me up onto my feet. Oh, man, he’s always so intense. I don’t like it. The joint falls onto the glass table. Wasteful. I don’t like that either.

Caden presses me hard against the wall so that my back bounces against it, but I don’t feel like fighting back. Let him punch me for fucking Alayna. As if we hadn’t done it a thousand times, boohoo! I’d do it again anytime. Or let him punch me in the face for letting Melissa go, even though he didn’t want that. And that I changed the rules of the game.

Let him fucking do one more.

“Listen to me, you fuck,” he hisses and his eyes sparkle crazily, like always when he freaks out. It doesn’t happen often, usually, I’m the one who loses his temper, but Caden is not to be trifled with then either. He needs to go crazy again, I think.

“You don’t fuck her anymore without me knowing. You don’t look at her without me knowing. You don’t talk to her if I don’t know about it, and you don’t touch her ass again if I don’t know about it. Understand me? Or I will resume hunting your little Melissa. You got that?”

What am I supposed to do now? Punch him in the face? I wish I could manipulate as well as he does because pulling Melissa into it again is out of the question.

“Stick to the fucking rules,” he hisses in my face, as the remaining smoke from the joint rises up behind him. With that, he lets go of me with a jerk. He has made me a little pissed off now after all. I don’t like getting angry. Then I am not me anymore.

Caden stands in front of me and studies me. Then he turns and sits down hard on my couch again. Calmly, he takes a cigarette out of the box and is about to light it when he pauses because something occurs to him. His eyes wander to me again.

“Although...” he says and I frown. What the hell is this now? “Where’s the fun in all these rules? Maybe I’ll just fuck Melissa again for old times’ sake. Or maybe I’ll involve her in our little game. Count to three so that she has to be naked and in my bed. Or withhold her from you until I think you deserve to get laid again. Or we can make a fun foursome together! What do you think about that? And then I’ll throw her away so that she never comes back,” he says completely relaxed while thoughtfully rolling the cigarette back and forth between his fingers.

Okay, he did it. My goading turned on me and now I am angry. Really pissed.

I can’t hold back and rush him, but naturally, Caden expected it. As soon as I get to him, I grab him by the collar with one hand, pull back my free fist, and let it rush into his face. He lets me give him one because he needs it sometimes. Then he slightly grins at me, blood wetting his lip, which naturally burst open upon impact. Breathing heavily, I take my hand away from him and take a step back. Honestly, you can’t trust me when I go nuts. With clenched teeth, I stare at him as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and calmly sets the cigarette in the ashtray.

I pump my fists and watch him closely. He must not make a wrong move now. But naturally, he does. Of course. Leisurely, he stands and comes towards me...and finally, we resolve this shit like real men.