"Got dough for a car but not a dime to lend? I've been saying all I need is a bit of seed money. Too stingy to help, sis?"
Catching sight of me, he spat disdainfully, "Can't you see your elders here? Get moving and pour me a drink! Standing there like a deer in headlights. Did my sister really raise a dimwit? Ha!"
Jack was pushing forty and only tied the knot last year—no lady wanted a gambler and a brute like him.
I had taken too many hits from him growing up, just because I was a stubborn kid.
I might have been scared as a child, but now?
Clenching my teeth, I stood up, lunged at him, and pinned his arm. He struggled, but at twenty, I was strong enough to squash him like a bug.
"Which hand did you hit me with?"
"This one?"
His eyes widened with fear. I growled, "Then I'll just cripple it!"
He shrieked in pain, crying out for my mom to intervene.
She hurried over, stopping a nasty fight.
"Son, don't stoop to his level. He's just set in his ways."
They wanted peace during the festivities, but I wasn't in a forgiving mood.
I smirked, a mischievous plan forming. "Oh, so you think my hair's messy? Fine, I'll go get it cut right now!"