My Hot Step Brother Wants Me
Talking about Tatiana like she was some free-for-all snack was the last straw.
“No. Actually, I don’t,” I said coldly, every word articulated sharply. “But let me offer you some friendly advice.”
I leaned in, voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “If you ever talk about my sister like that again—ever—I swear to God, you won’t live another fucking second.”
Dave nodded ferociously as though it would make my words sink faster.
“Good,” I muttered, straightening up. I was just about to tune in to whatever crap Athea was spewing when I turned back to Dave.