Flynn, Joyee - A Zane Po' Boy [The O'Hagan Way 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Joyee Flynn Page A

winced, realizing that the analogy really wasn’t all that far off.
    Zane was right. I understood the situation a whole lot better now and wasn’t surprised to realize I was wrong in that Banning still wanted me to keep begging for forgiveness. So it was good we got that settled. But then came the main issue, the one I couldn’t get over. Zane leaving us to figure out ourselves.
    How did you bring up the elephant in the room without starting a major fight? Especially when that elephant was over six hundred years old and seemed to include more than just the two of us? Damn elephant.
    I really just wanted to shoot the fucking thing.
    “How—” I started to ask and grunted when I took a punch to the face. I felt a sharp pain that started somewhere on me left cheekbone and radiated out to the rest of me face. I gasped and took a few steps back. I leaned forward for a moment, me hands on me knees, feeling a constant pounding in me head.
    Eventually it subsided slightly, and I looked up at me brother. He was standing, unmoving, his head tilted slightly to the side and his arms crossed over his chest. When he saw that I was watching him, he opened his mouth to speak.
    “That be for not believing in me or trusting me over someone ya just met,” Banning growled, his fangs out.
    “So we be fighting this out then?” I snorted, spitting out the blood that was in me mouth now. I wiped me mouth with the back of me hand, and then shook out me head to clear it.
    “Sounds like a start to me,” Banning said with an evil smile. “Maybe I wouldn’t have had to spend the last six hundred years toeing around ya if we’d just done this in the beginning.”
    “Fair enough,” I growled, letting me fangs come out as well. He wasn’t the only one with anger that had built up. I jabbed left and he ducked right, so I used me right foot to kick out, hitting him in the ribs. I heard his sharp intake of breath as he stumbled away from me. “Ya think this has been fun for me either? I couldn’t get ya to talk to me about it and it just festered. And the arrival of more brothers in the family, all close and inseparable, made it worse. Ya think they love me better? No, they pitied me because, no matter what I did, I couldn’t get us back to where we were.”
    “See, that’s part of the problem,” he yelled, giving me a one-two combo that I could only duck the first of. The cut in me mouth had just healed and now I was bleeding again, lip split right back open. Fucker. “Ya kept trying to force everything. Ya came back, still didn’t talk to me, making me think ya blamed me when it not be me fault. Then all of a sudden ya are sorry and want me forgiveness and have everything go back to normal. Well, forgive the fuck out of me for not being able to switch gears that easily! Then I be the bad guy.”
    “I never blamed ya for not switching gears,” I screamed, throwing me hands in the air. “I didn’t know how to help ya switch them. I tried, Banning. By god, I tried.”
    “No, ya pestered me,” he said, lunging for me again. And that comment pissed me off. I spun past him and jabbed hard in his side as I went by. “ Banning, I be sorry. Banning, can’t ya forgive me yet? Banning, I was wrong. ”
    “What should I have said? That’s what people say when they apologize!” I tackled him to the ground, but he was just as strong and flipped us over. The side of me head cracked painfully against the ground, and I felt blood dripping down. We rolled for several feet before he stopped and went limp.
    “That ya believed in me,” he whispered, his eyes getting watery. “That ya loved me and wouldn’t leave me again.” I froze with me fist in the air, suddenly not wanting to hurt him any more than he obviously was. “Ya never say ya love me. Cesar screwed ya over, ya were hurt. I would have comforted ya in a second, pushing what I felt aside. But ya didn’t come to me. Ya went to ma so ya still didn’t want me.”
    “Oh,