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

her up, you son of a bitch!” Drew yelled, shoving past Damon in a fury. His fist connected with Eugene’s face. A loud crack and a scream erupted as his mother came running into the kitchen.
    “Andrew, stop it!” his mother, Diana, screamed.
    Drew and Damon backed off as Eugene stumbled to get off the floor. Diana helped and looked at her sons with a hint of irritation yet sympathy. “He’s still your father.”
    Drew barked out a harsh laugh. “You’re all right with this?”
    Diana composed herself and sighed. “I have always known about Drake.”
    Damon gritted his teeth, and it was Drew’s turn exchange roles and restrain him. Damon’s blue eyes grew wild with rage. “How could you?” He looked toward his father then he turned to his mother. “I can’t believe you would live with that secret, knowing and not telling us...meanwhile we had to be so straight and narrow. ‘Watch your ass, boys, because everyone else is.’” He mocked his father’s words with a delirious chuckle. “And all along it was you two hiding skeletons in the closet!”
    Damon shook his head and looked at Drew. Drew looked back at him. “I’m with ya, bro, this is bullshit.”
    Damon walked quietly to the liquor cabinet and poured him and Drew a shot. He threw his back and handed the other glass to Drew, who gladly accepted. “So why are you telling us now?” Damon asked.
    Drew knew Damon was as disgusted with their father as he was. Damon always thought the man was so moral and honest. He was a man he had strived to be like, a man he’d campaigned for over the years, and now…Damon seemed to look at someone he didn’t even know.
    Drew crossed his arms and stood with a fierce look in his eyes. He was waiting for the big one, the mother of all truths, why they were all standing around to begin with. His mother looked pained but stood resolute, and he wondered what happened to make her stay with his father, knowing all these years. “We’re waiting,” he said impatiently.
     
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    Liv and Regan had both heard the commotion from inside the house but neither moved from the truck. Liv knew that whatever was taking place was big because Drew’s voiced boomed from the house. She had suspected that his relationship was strained with his father but was unaware how much so until Regan told her while they sat and waited for an all clear. It was frustrating to know that Drew was going through so much already this week, and now, this was the icing on the proverbial cake.
    This was not her life or her drama, so she shouldn’t have cared about the outcome, but she did. Was it because she had made helping Drew a personal mission to pay it forward? Why should she care about him? He had made it clear that he didn’t want intimacy or a relationship, so to speak. It was sex—gratifying, hot sex designed to channel anger and frustration, nothing more. But she did care, for some unknown reason. It was as if Drew was a kindred spirit, a soul seeking a mate that could understand and love him in spite of himself. She was no angel either, and she had traveled an expansive road to get to where she was today. Drew needed her. She wanted him to need her, but most of all she needed him. Why, she didn’t know, but she was sure that the passion she felt when he was near was stronger than anything she had ever experienced, and she wanted to explore it and see where it might lead.
    When Drew busted out of the back door, yelling, “Go to hell, you son of a bitch!” Liv bounded out of the cab to follow him.
    Drew’s long strides had Liv jogging to catch up. “Wait, Drew!” she called, but he kept walking to the barn. His muscles tensed, and his fists clenched up as he neared the barn.
    “Got your camera, Liv?” Drew turned with hate swirling in his eyes. He acted like her presence this week was no accident.
    Liv was confused and becoming frightened. Drew’s muscles bunched and flexed in irritation. His blues eyes were rimmed in red.