Brother's United

You swing by your room to get some proper clothes on and grab your keys, wallet, shoes and phone. You had no idea what you were about to do but this simply could not stand. You knew the football team would still be practicing this time of day and you intended to have a few words with them.

Your brother’s weeps still echoing down the hall you hurry back downstairs. With long quick strides you make your way towards the garage. As you round the corner near the door you just catch sight of your bulky big brother coming the other way.

Asshole that he was Bron doesn’t even try to get out of your way, in fact he leans in. Your shoulders collide sending you spinning back into the wall.

“Ha!” He scoffs. “Where are you going in such a hurry normie?”

“Fuck off!” You try to push past him but he pushes you back roughly.

“What the fuck did you just say to me little man?” His gray eyes narrow threateningly and a very canine sounding growl rumbles in his chest. “Take a pop Jake and see what happens.”

“Get out of my way asshole!”

“Or what?”

You stare straight back unflinching. “Some guys beat up Lucian. Hurt him pretty bad.”

Bron blinks as he processes the words you’d just spoken. Then he spins on his heel and storms back toward the garage. “I’m driving.”

There were no questions or answers needed. Someone hurt your baby brother and the two elder Devlin brothers united were gonna even the score. Bron has his huge 4x4 roaring and the garage door opening before you even have chance to run around to your door. Your door not even closed yet your big brother floors it. Gravel sprays up behind you as the truck hurtles for the main road.

“Who?” Bron says. His angry eyes stare straight ahead, his chiseled scruffy jaw flexing and unflexing, and his great fists with a white knuckled grip on the wheel.

“Football team. Not sure precisely.”

“Got it.”

The truck remains damn near pedal to the metal the whole way to town and not another word is spoken. Bron’s eyes dart, his hands move, and he brakes just as he needs. His entire focus on getting to his goal as fast as possible. Even in human form you sensed Bron had a few unnatural advantages working for him. Even with your muscle bound big brother at your side you still weren’t sure how this would play out. An entire football team?

As the town limits near Bron slows to a more reasonable speed. Pointing at the glove compartment Bron barks. “In there. Take it.”

“Huh?” You open the glove compartment to see…a shiny nickel plated .357 revolver! “Bron, are you fucking crazy!? I’m not going to shoot them!”

He looks over at you with a deadly serious expression. “It’s not for them.”