Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

"Thanks, Dwight." When I put the card safely back in my pocket, my phone vibrated in the other pocket. "I'm sorry for taking your time."

"No problem at all."

"What did you want to do?"

Dwight was scanning some files and seemed taken aback by my question, "What?"

"What was your passion?"

"You sure, you aren't changing your mind and switching brothers?" That had me laughing for a while, he continued. "I wanted to become an interior designer."

I nodded. It explained a lot about his bedroom.

"I really appreciate your concern, Alana, but I'm cool now. I'm fine with handling Dad's stuff. The old man needs my help."

I retrieved the phone out of my pocket; the message was from Clairesaying:

ROWANS COMING' RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

"I need to get going." I started to leave.

"Hey," he caught my hand, thumbed the ring finger and grinned, "What kind of acid are you dropping in my brother's drink?"

I smiled, pulling my hand away from his grasp, "Some voodoo stuff I found the other day in my closet."

"I like you." Dwight declared.

The phone vibrated again.

'I can't keep Rowan busy for too long. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?'

"Just ring me whenever you need to or if Rowan dumps you someday. You'll know where to find me, right? " He kissed my knuckles doing some down-right, flat-out flirting.

"Yeah, right." I said.

My phone gave another vibration, YOU ARE DEAD MEAT.

Just as I stepped out of Dwight's room, I watched Rowan making his way upstairs, Claire right behind him. Rowan's eyes locked with mine, and then travelled towards Dwight and back at me. Rowan's hands balled into fists, as his erratic breathing took pace.

Claire mouthed behind him, 'I'm so sorry.'

"Good Morning, brother." Dwight chimed in, with a coating of mock.

"Rowan..." I started saying.

He pulled out his palm, indicating me to stop whatever I was saying and retreated back downstairs like a raging bull