Two brothers. One woman ran away from them both. What do they do when they get her back? My vision flashed red as anger burrowed under my flesh tightening my muscles. I wanted to peel my brother’s fucking skin off his back. That’s what always happened when I saw the two of them together, unbridled fucking rage. I shoved him against the wall. The sound of his back smashing into it echoes throughout the empty halls. An oomph left his lips. He glared at me. "What the fuck is your problem, Gabriel?" I sneered back. I never wanted to kill someone so badly. “You’re my problem. How would your fucking fiancé feel about you being alone with my wife in her room?” I purposely mentioned his soon-to-be wife since he supposedly loved her so much. He stole her from me, and I use the word stole loosely. I didn’t give a fuck about Ashley. She was like all the others. Cum dumps I used to pass the time.
