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are never here when shit hits the fan.”
I repeated my order. “Beau, enough. This fight is over.”
“The fuck it is,” Beau said as he stared Braydon down. “As long as I still have all my teeth, we’re only in the first round.”
I grimaced as I watched Beau lunge at the man with a clumsy fist. Braydon dodged it easily and then slammed his brother with a bony elbow down the base of his spine, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a heap.
“You’re lucky I eased off that one,” Braydon said. “Otherwise your spine would be fractured in three places.”
Beau shook his head.
“Enough Beau,” I reiterated.
He shook his head. “Just warming up.”
Beau was slower to rise this time. He was wobbling, like his knees were made out of jelly. He pointed a finger at his brother.
“Come on, shit head. I know you’ve been dreaming about this, ever since I slept with your girl.”
Braydon looked at Beau, surprised.
“Only an idiot fails to see when he’s beat,” Braydon said as he hammered his brother in the gut. Beau crumpled to the ground in a heap.
This time he stayed down.
It was time I stepped in.
“Braydon, enough,” I said. “I don’t think you’re in the business of murdering your own kin. It’s bad karma.”
“This is a family matter,” Braydon said, looking down on the body of his brother. “You have no idea what shit he’s pulled.”
“He slept with your woman. I know.”
“You know how it feels, to have your own brother betray you like that?”
I thought about Lincoln, who once I thought of as a brother as well. I wondered if I was going to have the same reaction when I came face-to-face with him again.
“My sister, my own twin, murdered my parents and then my closest friends. What Beau did is nothing in comparison. You can stand there and cry about the past all you want but here’s the fact. You took your shot at Beau already, three times by my count. He’s down and out. Now, if you’re done, there’s money to be made and plenty of it.”
Braydon looked at me suspiciously while I grabbed his pants from off the ground and tossed them at him.
“You have two choices now. Put your pants on and let’s walk out of here and have a civilized conversation, otherwise the next fist you throw at Beau will have to come through me first,” I said as I took a step closer and looked him in the eye. I was hoping to intimidate him.
It was awkward though, trying to stare Braydon down while giving myself enough space to ensure his bare penis didn’t come in contact with me in any way, shape, or form.
Braydon didn’t blink as he locked into my eyes.
Finally, after what seemed like the world’s longest stare down, Braydon spoke. “You look uncomfortable.”
“It’s because you’re naked.”
Braydon nodded. “I don’t blame you. I get antsy looking at another man’s pecker myself. I suppose I’ll put on my pants then.”
“You do that.”
What a relief.
I walked over to Beau, who was just regaining consciousness. “I have him,” he said as he slowly rolled over and lay on his back. “I fucking have him.”
“It’s over Beau,” I said. “You lost.”
He looked at me in a daze. “I did?”
“Yes.”
There was a brief pause.
“Well, fuck,” he finally said. “If you’ll excuse me then, I’m just going to lie here for a minute or two. If I suddenly stop breathing, I hope you don’t have anything against putting your lips against another man’s mouth.”
I grinned. “I’m sure there’s someone in this brothel, female perhaps, that can grant you that kindness.”
Beau nodded. “Perfect.”
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Braydon and I sat outside on a wooden picnic table by the parking lot. I had left Beau inside, to be attended by the girls, after paying them a generous sum, which included any damages to the place.
Braydon fired up a cigarette and offered me one.
“No thanks,” I said, “Never got into the habit.”
“Good on you. It’s a filthy one
I repeated my order. “Beau, enough. This fight is over.”
“The fuck it is,” Beau said as he stared Braydon down. “As long as I still have all my teeth, we’re only in the first round.”
I grimaced as I watched Beau lunge at the man with a clumsy fist. Braydon dodged it easily and then slammed his brother with a bony elbow down the base of his spine, causing him to collapse onto the ground in a heap.
“You’re lucky I eased off that one,” Braydon said. “Otherwise your spine would be fractured in three places.”
Beau shook his head.
“Enough Beau,” I reiterated.
He shook his head. “Just warming up.”
Beau was slower to rise this time. He was wobbling, like his knees were made out of jelly. He pointed a finger at his brother.
“Come on, shit head. I know you’ve been dreaming about this, ever since I slept with your girl.”
Braydon looked at Beau, surprised.
“Only an idiot fails to see when he’s beat,” Braydon said as he hammered his brother in the gut. Beau crumpled to the ground in a heap.
This time he stayed down.
It was time I stepped in.
“Braydon, enough,” I said. “I don’t think you’re in the business of murdering your own kin. It’s bad karma.”
“This is a family matter,” Braydon said, looking down on the body of his brother. “You have no idea what shit he’s pulled.”
“He slept with your woman. I know.”
“You know how it feels, to have your own brother betray you like that?”
I thought about Lincoln, who once I thought of as a brother as well. I wondered if I was going to have the same reaction when I came face-to-face with him again.
“My sister, my own twin, murdered my parents and then my closest friends. What Beau did is nothing in comparison. You can stand there and cry about the past all you want but here’s the fact. You took your shot at Beau already, three times by my count. He’s down and out. Now, if you’re done, there’s money to be made and plenty of it.”
Braydon looked at me suspiciously while I grabbed his pants from off the ground and tossed them at him.
“You have two choices now. Put your pants on and let’s walk out of here and have a civilized conversation, otherwise the next fist you throw at Beau will have to come through me first,” I said as I took a step closer and looked him in the eye. I was hoping to intimidate him.
It was awkward though, trying to stare Braydon down while giving myself enough space to ensure his bare penis didn’t come in contact with me in any way, shape, or form.
Braydon didn’t blink as he locked into my eyes.
Finally, after what seemed like the world’s longest stare down, Braydon spoke. “You look uncomfortable.”
“It’s because you’re naked.”
Braydon nodded. “I don’t blame you. I get antsy looking at another man’s pecker myself. I suppose I’ll put on my pants then.”
“You do that.”
What a relief.
I walked over to Beau, who was just regaining consciousness. “I have him,” he said as he slowly rolled over and lay on his back. “I fucking have him.”
“It’s over Beau,” I said. “You lost.”
He looked at me in a daze. “I did?”
“Yes.”
There was a brief pause.
“Well, fuck,” he finally said. “If you’ll excuse me then, I’m just going to lie here for a minute or two. If I suddenly stop breathing, I hope you don’t have anything against putting your lips against another man’s mouth.”
I grinned. “I’m sure there’s someone in this brothel, female perhaps, that can grant you that kindness.”
Beau nodded. “Perfect.”
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Braydon and I sat outside on a wooden picnic table by the parking lot. I had left Beau inside, to be attended by the girls, after paying them a generous sum, which included any damages to the place.
Braydon fired up a cigarette and offered me one.
“No thanks,” I said, “Never got into the habit.”
“Good on you. It’s a filthy one
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