Drew [The Texas Senator's Sons 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Hennessee Andrews Page A

door. Drew jumped off and looked at the vehicle in the drive. “Government plates, son of a bitch!” he said, growling. That only meant one thing. His father, the illustrious senator of Texas was here. “Fuck!” he growled. He didn’t want to see him at all.
    The headlights from Damon’s truck caught Drew’s attention. He stopped and waited for Damon to catch up. “What in the hell is going on? And why in the fuck is he here?” Drew demanded when Damon walked up.
    “Drew, calm down before you go in,” Damon warned and pushed Drew back a step.
    “Is he here to accuse me of ruining his political future again?” Drew stomped back and forth trying to calm down.
    “It’s not about you, Drew.” Damon stood and rubbed his jaw.
    Drew stopped and looked at Damon. “Is Mom okay? God, she’s okay isn’t she?” His voice grew loud.
    “Mom’s fine, Drew. I guess, she seems okay anyway. Come on, let’s go in.” Damon motioned for Drew to follow.
    The last thing Drew needed to top off this week was to see his father. It was bad enough that it was the anniversary week of the Shay incident and also the first time he had seen or heard from his father after their nice pep talk. His hands clenched into fists as he walked through the back door. My mother better be okay . She was the only person and only woman he truly trusted.
    There his father, Eugene Radcliff, stood in all his magnificent glory. He was, of course, wearing an expensive button-up shirt with an equally expensive tie. His was taller than Drew by a couple of inches and rounder around the middle. His blue eyes looked lost, and the laugh lines around his eyes and mouth showed worry. His normal dark-brown hair was peppered with gray, giving him a distinguished look, but he looked haggard and beat down. Drew could see his jaw clenching, a signature sign of irritation and stress.
    Drew stood with his hackles up, waiting. “So?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Why in the hell am I here?”
    Eugene held out his hands in a show of peace. “Son, I’m not here to fight.”
    Drew leaned back against the doorframe and crossed his arms defiantly across his chest. His molars ground together tightly. The emotions from a year ago rushed forward. “Son, you disappoint me,” his father had said.
    “All right, let’s all just calm down.” Damon spoke softly. “Dad, you said you had something you wanted to tell us that you said was urgent. You asked that I go get Drew, and I have done that.”
    “Well, we have a situation, one that needs all of our attention.” Eugene sighed heavily and looked down toward the floor as he shook his head.
    “Out with it already and spare me the drama,” Drew barked.
    Damon turned and shot him a warning look with his eyes.
    Eugene stood stoic and took a deep breath. “You two have a brother. His name is Drake.”
    “Whoa, wait a minute!” Drew came away from the door. “How the fuck do we have a brother?”
    Damon came up beside Drew and held his arm out in front of him then turned to their father. “Answer him.”
    Eugene turned and headed for the liquor cabinet. “I need a drink.”
    “Stop,” Damon barked, and Eugene turned slowly.
    “It was a long time ago. It wasn’t supposed to happen…” Eugene muttered.
    “Well apparently something happened, you son of a bitch!” Drew yelled, trying to push past Damon.
    Damon pushed Drew back against the wall and warned him with a finger to the chest. “Let him finish.” He growled. Damon turned back to their father and waited.
    “When you two were young, your mother and I had a difficult spell…I was gone a lot with an important case the state had against—”
    “There’s always an important case, an important election!” Drew barked and tested Damon’s strength with a push.
    Eugene thoughtfully rubbed his jaw. “Anyway, I was gone a lot and with your mother and our relationship was falling apart—”
    “You accidentally shoved your dick in a woman’s cunt and knocked