Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance)(7)

By: J.L. Beck

I shook my head. It was too much for me to wrap my head around at the moment, but I would bet almost anything that’s what caused Royal to act out, and that would be the pulsating wound that would show through in his actions and emotions. My mom didn’t know anything about loss, or about dealing with your feelings in any other way than she did so herself. If you were different than her in any way, you were below her; at least in her eyes.

I got the feeling Royal was doing all he could to get by, and I would do whatever I could when he got here to prove to my mother just how good of a person he really was. Underneath that bad boy persona lied a lost little boy.

Chapter Three


“Welcome to Sauk Falls, Royal.” My father’s deep voice shattered the bubble that I surrounded myself in. I needed that bubble because without it I was like an F-5 tornado heading down the Oklahoma plains. My teeth ground together as I sized him up; my gaze going down to his extended hand and then back up to his face.

Did he honestly think he could be gone from my life for seventeen years and then walk right back into it like we were a normal father and son with a good relationship or something? No fucking way.

“Yeah I don’t shake hands, and I don’t plan on bonding with some asshole who abandoned me for my entire life.” I shoved past him and headed toward the car he was standing in front of. It’s an Audi. Of course it was. I almost wanted to laugh, not the funny kind of laugh but the lunatic kind of laugh. I should’ve known, still I’m surprised. Shock wasn’t something that gets me nowadays, not when you have heard it all.

“Your mother tells me you’re fighting. Wreaking havoc at home? That you’ve put a number of people in the hospital and have been arrested?” I smirked.

“Don’t get in the ring with me and not expect to wake up in the hospital,” was all I could say.

Still now wasn’t the time for him to show up and suddenly want to be a dad. Again. Fuck. No. I answered his question with amusement and anger, and opened the door to the back seat, throwing my bags in then sliding in right next to them, not wanting to sit next to him or hear any of his excuses. This man doesn’t know me, and I’ll show him just how much he doesn’t if he keeps it up.

I sensed the second he realized it’s a lost cause. He sighed and went around the car, opening his door and getting into the driver’s seat. I could tell he wanted to say something or ask me more questions, but he didn’t, which was a smart choice on his part because I wasn’t in the mood for fucking father son time.

I stared at the back of the headrest in front of me with a slow simmering anger. All the things I have wanted to say to this man— this stranger— and here he is right in front of me and I can’t manage to muster up one sentence. Not one that really matters. My fists could say far more than my mouth ever would.

“Is that how you got the shiner above your eye? Putting kids in the hospital?” Mark asked, hinting at the fighting conversation again. I cracked my knuckles and took in a deep breath, feeling as if there was barely enough oxygen in the car. The space was too confined to be having this conversation.

“You should see the other guy. Both eyes swollen shut, a broken nose, and busted up teeth. Don’t fuck with me or what’s mine without the intention of getting fucked up,” I commented, then went back to ignoring him. I still watched him out of the corner of my eye though. I could see where I got my eyes and handsome features, or so my mom calls them from. We share the same shade of blue colored eyes, and our jaws are shaped the same. We share the same body size and shape. Toned, athletic, and muscular.

“What’s yours? I wasn’t aware a seventeen-year-old could have possessions?” he laughed, and it’s a warm laughter, the kind that should make someone feel comfortable, but to me it’s just mocking and crude. It didn’t work on me. It just made me angrier. I sat in silence, knowing that the months ahead of me were going to be very quiet and lonely ones. I wanted nothing to do with this pathetic excuse of a man, nor did I want to try and fit into his picture perfect family.

“You eventually have to talk, Royal. I mean you’re going to be here for an awfully long time. Remaining silent is going to be kind of hard with a stepsister like Noelle, and well me as your father. I have so much I want to explain to you. Things that need to be said when the time is right and you’re ready of course.” He sounded so excited, so happy. My mind caught on the word stepsister. Sibling. My blood boils at the thought. It didn’t sit well with me, not at all. In fact, it hit the bottom of my stomach and echoed back up into my throat. I could feel the hate for her already forming and my hate for him increasing. It’s like a thick black fog that I couldn’t rid myself of.