“He’s been called out on business.”
This is a fucking joke. First he demands we move into his pretentious mansion—blackmails me into it when he knows it’s the last place in the world I want to live—and then the motherfucker can’t even be bothered to turn up himself. He’s probably too good for this place. No wonder he looked down his nose at us all those years ago and turned his back as fast as he could.
“He will be home later to greet you.”
I stare at him, no emotion on my face and a storm brewing in my eyes.
“If you could just get in and—”
“Un-fucking-likely. We can make our own way.”
I told James as much when he instigated this whole thing in the first place, but he insisted. Probably because he doesn’t want my brothers’ rust bucket sitting in his fancy driveway and bringing the tone of the area down.
“I really don’t think—”
“I don’t give a fuck what you think, Jeeves.”
All the blood that was left in his face from when he first stepped out of the car drains away, and he swallows nervously.
“D-do you want to f-follow me then?”
“Marvelous, Jeeves. What a fantastic plan,” I mock, mimicking his posh British accent.
The second I take a step back, he scrambles into the car as quick as he can. Fucking pussy.
“I can’t believe he sent a car,” Conner mumbles as my brothers join me, and together we watch the town car roll slowly down the dirt track.
“Really?” I balk. “James isn’t our savior, Con. You think he’d even be taking us in if it weren’t for the court deciding I’m no good…” I swallow the rest of the words. Of course, no one would trust me with my brothers. Apparently, the fact that I’ve raised both of them since we were just kids doesn’t matter.
My chest tightens.
“It’ll be okay, Ace.” My brother squeezes my shoulder. “A fresh start could be just what we need.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I shrug him off. “We should probably get going.” There’s nothing left for us here.
Conner gives me a weak smile before following Cole to their car. It’s an ancient Ford they somehow manage to keep running despite the fact that it should have been scrapped at least ten years ago. Cole doesn’t even spare our trailer a backward glance as he climbs inside and guns the engine. I’ll need to keep my eye on him; he’s always been a quiet kid, but lately he’s been even more brooding.
They follow Jeeves’ lead before I throw my leg over my bike and rev the engine. The vibrations instantly help to cool me off. The anticipation that I’ll soon be flying down the coastal road helps to push my ever building anger over this fucked-up situation down a little more.
I gun the engine once both the town car and my brothers have disappeared from sight and take one last look at this place. It’s dark and dingy, like Hell on Earth. But it’s our home… was our home. We’re moving. Heading over the border to the rich side of town. Like we’re ever going to fucking fit in there.
Dust and gravel fly up behind me as I speed off to find my brothers’ taillights somewhere up ahead. We know roughly where James lives, but I’ve no idea which of the insanely pretentious houses actually belongs to him. Probably the biggest one, knowing that pretentious stuck-up prick.
I catch them just before the road opens up and the bright blue sea appears in the distance. I guess that’s one good thing about where we’re going: the girls on the beach. It’s just a shame they’re all going to talk like Jeeves, as if they’ve got a spoon permanently stuck in their pouty mouths.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter to myself as I follow the two cars up a long ass driveway. It’s not until the very last moment that the actual house appears. It’s a huge place on a hill overlooking the ocean. The kind of house I’ve only ever seen images of in magazines, or on the TV when the piece of shit worked.
Images of the parties we can have here start to fill my mind. Maybe this place won’t be so bad after all. I can get off my face and attempt to fuck some rich chick looking to take a walk on the wild side… in every room of the house.
Parking between my brothers’ car and a flashy Mercedes, I throw my leg over my bike and head in the direction I just watched Jeeves walk into the house. He obviously thought against helping with our belongings. Wise man. He’s learning quickly.
With our bags in hand, we climb the stairs to the double front door. It’s a damn sight different to the one on our trailer that swelled up so bad in the summer we had to crawl out through a window, and that allowed the wind and rain to come inside during any storms.
“Holy crap,” Conner gasps as we walk into the entrance hall of all entrance halls. I swear to fucking god that the only house I’ve seen quite this lavish is the Playboy mansion. I’m half expecting scantily-clad women to pour through the doors for a welcome party at any moment.
Sadly, the only person who emerges from one of the many doorways is Jeeves.
“Would you like a tour?”
“Or a fucking map,” Conner mutters. Cole, however, stands totally mute and looking bored out of his skull. I know he’s taking everything in, though. It’s how his brain works.
“Just point us in the direction of our rooms. I’m sure we can figure the rest out ourselves. We might be from a trailer park, but we’re far from stupid.”
“I’m well aware of that. I’m William, by the way.”
“I would say it was nice to meet you, Jeeves,” I spit, curling my lip in disgust, “but in
