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Get this shit straight. I don’t know what the fuck is going on at that hole in a wall of yours, but I’m not gonna be calling in favors for too much longer. Fix this shit, or put a tighter rein on those fuckers you have working for you. Because if you go down, you’ll stay down because I won’t be coming to your rescue— again .”
    My eyes narrowed at being caught off guard. I leaned in closer to where he could hear me. “First of all, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Second, and most importantly…I’m not the five-year old boy you just had, old man—” 
    But then as soon as I delivered those words, I did something that was extremely difficult for me to do…bite my tongue, and we entered a battle of the stares. The only reason I took that position was because if I had started in on him, I wouldn’t have stopped and I knew Jamie would be back soon. But fuck if I didn’t want to lay into his ass! I felt my fists clench, and my jaw tighten as I tried reeling in my anger. Growing up, people wondered why I got into so many fights. He was the reason. I needed to channel that anger and release it somewhere, and pouncing on boys my age and older provided that release for me. Just like him, they’d try me, thinking that I wasn’t gonna fight back, but on several occasions I found myself on one-week suspensions, and  subsequent expulsions because I had to rearrange somebody’s fucking face. Fighting wasn’t my first method of resolve, but idiots never understood that, so I ended up in confrontations way more than I wanted to. Did they relieve stress? Yep, I won’t even lie. But did I feel good about it in the end? Not always. Why? Because while I was unleashing, it was really my father’s face I was seeing, and sometimes the attack had very little to do with the person on the receiving end.
    Jamie fast-approaching the table, was the reason our staring session came to an abrupt end. It was as though we sensed her at the same time, and knew to reattach our game faces.
    “So, hey pretty girl, what’s up with next weekend? You know how you change your mind,” I said, messing with her.
    “What’s going on next weekend?” our father asked, clearly out of the loop.
    “Jamie’s having a small birthday get-together at Temptation,” I responded.
    “What the hell is Temptation?” he asked.
    I glared at him for his ignorance and disinterest in anything that had to do with my life at all. As much as I didn’t want it to, it pissed me off.
    “ Temptation is my new club that’s opening next to my sports bar.
    “Hmph,” he grunted, in Jamie’s direction. “Why don’t you have your shindig at a real place for parties,” he remarked.
    “Dad! Come on! Chaos is a huge success, and with Temptation opening right next door, it’s going to be even larger. Chaos is very nice, and very popular , and the same will be said for the new place. I wouldn’t want to do it anywhere else.” Then she turned her attention back to me. “Of course we’re on, knucklehead! What are you trying to give up my space for a pretty face or something?”
    “Yours is the only pretty face. You know that. Just wanna make sure so I can have it all decked out for you and your guests.”
    “Well, look, Rush; don’t go thinking that I’m going to be hanging out in the lounge area all night. We do plan to hang out with the crowd, so leave the cave man antics at the front door. Okay? Promise me.”
    “I don’t make promises I can’t keep, sis. You know that. As long as the rules of respect are followed where my sister is concerned, we’re all good. So, yeah…you come on and have yourself a good time and bring in your birthday in style. And just know that your brother won’t be too far away!”
    “Oh my God, Rush Cambridge, you’re a mess.”
    “Yep, a ‘mess’ you love, and are stuck with until one of us leaves this earth.”
    “This is nice,” my father remarked. “Sibling love is the best, ain’t it? Even