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manner suddenly swaggering. Challenging. “I can give her what she wants, brother. Can you?”
For a moment, everything went red, my vision narrowin g to a point. Then, I heard yelling, felt a sharp jolt as my fist connected with bone, and everything came rushing back, color and sound roaring over me even as I heard my own voice bellowing in my ears.
Malcolm was holding his jaw, his eyes narrowed to dark sli ts, and then his fist connected hard with my gut. I tensed in time, but it was still a hard enough blow to make me suck for air, tears stinging my eyes. I gritted my teeth and charged him, growling in fury, and we both hit the muddy grass in the garden, me falling on top of him, then rolling over and under as we grappled.
Stars burst before my eyes as he got a punch in, then I was on top, straddling him in the mud and hitting him again and again, dirt and blood from his broken nose splattering me.
“No!”
Aolani’s cry startled me, and I looked away just long enough for Malcolm to rear up and head-butt me, sending me tumbling off him. I gained my feet, staggering like a drunk man, and squared off against him, fists raised at the ready.
“You’ re fucking mad!” Malcolm shouted at me, blood pouring down his chin and dripping onto his shirt, glowing in the moonlight. “You know that?”
“You stay away from her,” I growled, stabbing my finger at him. “You fucking stay away .”
“Stop!” She screamed.
Aolani was a few feet away, her hands now covering her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears.
“God, stop it! You’ll kill somebody!”
“Let Aolani choose, brother,” Malcolm said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“She’s mine, goddamn it,” I spat, unable to help myself. “You keep your bloody hands off her! Do you hear me?!”
My mind was nothing but a blur of rage and regret. Of anger and a fear so deep, I thought I might be drowning.
Was I losing her now? Losing her forever, just as I wanted to make her mine?
I raised my fists again, ready to beat my point home, when a firm hand closed on my arm.
“Gavin.”
I reared back, trying to brush the hand away, not wanting to stop, unwilling to stop until Malcolm told me he’d stay far, far away. Until this night started over and Aolani was back in my arms.
I heard the scream as Aolani fell, hitting on her side in the cold, muddy grass at the force of my push.
“Aolani! Oh, God…” I rushed to her, tried to pull her up, but she slapped my hand away.
“You don’t get to call me yours ,” she said, her beautiful mouth now twisted in anger. “You don’t get to decide all of a sudden that I’m fucking yours, Gavin.”
She pushed herself to her feet and walked away, toward the lights and sounds of the hotel.
“I’m sick to death of the both of you!” She yelled over her shoulder. Her voice sounded choked with tears.
I moved to follow, but this time Malcolm held me back. And this time, I didn’t pull away. We both stood, bleeding and bruised, watching the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen walk away from us, hips swaying, gentle sobs floating back to us on the night breeze.
Jesus. I am such a fool.
“I’ve lost her,” I muttered, not realizing I spoke aloud.
Malcolm’s hand squeezed my shoulder. “You need to talk to me, Gavin. What on earth happened? What’s going on between you two?”
I shook my head, my heart shattering in my chest, as my brother slipped his arm around my shoulders.
Aolani…
***
Aolani
I booked my ticket home before I even took off my party dress, now smeared with grass stains from my fall. Then I packed my bags, stuffing the clothing Gavin had bought me in crumpled piles inside of the new luggage, and packing my old clothing in a small suitcase I’d brough along. I wrote a note on the hotel stationary for my boss, and then peeled off my soiled clothes and got in the shower.
The water washed over me, and I put my head back, letting the hot drops steal the
For a moment, everything went red, my vision narrowin g to a point. Then, I heard yelling, felt a sharp jolt as my fist connected with bone, and everything came rushing back, color and sound roaring over me even as I heard my own voice bellowing in my ears.
Malcolm was holding his jaw, his eyes narrowed to dark sli ts, and then his fist connected hard with my gut. I tensed in time, but it was still a hard enough blow to make me suck for air, tears stinging my eyes. I gritted my teeth and charged him, growling in fury, and we both hit the muddy grass in the garden, me falling on top of him, then rolling over and under as we grappled.
Stars burst before my eyes as he got a punch in, then I was on top, straddling him in the mud and hitting him again and again, dirt and blood from his broken nose splattering me.
“No!”
Aolani’s cry startled me, and I looked away just long enough for Malcolm to rear up and head-butt me, sending me tumbling off him. I gained my feet, staggering like a drunk man, and squared off against him, fists raised at the ready.
“You’ re fucking mad!” Malcolm shouted at me, blood pouring down his chin and dripping onto his shirt, glowing in the moonlight. “You know that?”
“You stay away from her,” I growled, stabbing my finger at him. “You fucking stay away .”
“Stop!” She screamed.
Aolani was a few feet away, her hands now covering her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears.
“God, stop it! You’ll kill somebody!”
“Let Aolani choose, brother,” Malcolm said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“She’s mine, goddamn it,” I spat, unable to help myself. “You keep your bloody hands off her! Do you hear me?!”
My mind was nothing but a blur of rage and regret. Of anger and a fear so deep, I thought I might be drowning.
Was I losing her now? Losing her forever, just as I wanted to make her mine?
I raised my fists again, ready to beat my point home, when a firm hand closed on my arm.
“Gavin.”
I reared back, trying to brush the hand away, not wanting to stop, unwilling to stop until Malcolm told me he’d stay far, far away. Until this night started over and Aolani was back in my arms.
I heard the scream as Aolani fell, hitting on her side in the cold, muddy grass at the force of my push.
“Aolani! Oh, God…” I rushed to her, tried to pull her up, but she slapped my hand away.
“You don’t get to call me yours ,” she said, her beautiful mouth now twisted in anger. “You don’t get to decide all of a sudden that I’m fucking yours, Gavin.”
She pushed herself to her feet and walked away, toward the lights and sounds of the hotel.
“I’m sick to death of the both of you!” She yelled over her shoulder. Her voice sounded choked with tears.
I moved to follow, but this time Malcolm held me back. And this time, I didn’t pull away. We both stood, bleeding and bruised, watching the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen walk away from us, hips swaying, gentle sobs floating back to us on the night breeze.
Jesus. I am such a fool.
“I’ve lost her,” I muttered, not realizing I spoke aloud.
Malcolm’s hand squeezed my shoulder. “You need to talk to me, Gavin. What on earth happened? What’s going on between you two?”
I shook my head, my heart shattering in my chest, as my brother slipped his arm around my shoulders.
Aolani…
***
Aolani
I booked my ticket home before I even took off my party dress, now smeared with grass stains from my fall. Then I packed my bags, stuffing the clothing Gavin had bought me in crumpled piles inside of the new luggage, and packing my old clothing in a small suitcase I’d brough along. I wrote a note on the hotel stationary for my boss, and then peeled off my soiled clothes and got in the shower.
The water washed over me, and I put my head back, letting the hot drops steal the
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