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and repeat—his whole fucking adult life.
    Blaine glanced his way disapprovingly before he dropped his arm from Victoire’s waist. His brother knew he was high and stoned. Never a good thing because he would surely get a reaming for being out of control on the day his “present” stood before him.
    “Vie, this is my brother Zed,” Blaine began as he looked in the young woman’s direction. “He must have had a rough night—it’s the only way I can explain his disheveled appearance. Zed, this is Victoire but everyone calls her Vie.”
    Disheveled?
    Zed knew he looked all right with a pair of low slung blue jeans and a black t-shirt he’d purchased at a recent Korn concert. Though his eyes must have been bloodshot—shit, he should have checked out his appearance in the mirror.
    Or maybe it was because his arms were exposed. All three brothers had sleeve tattoos on their right arms they’d gotten over the same week while vacationing in Vegas six years ago. It was the only art they had on their bodies but Zed’s was a bit more graphic than the other two.
    Blaine had chosen a mosaic pattern that kind of looked reptilian until mid-bicep when several carefully chosen tribal symbols and what not while Xavier had chosen an intricate dragon that had taken the longest to complete.
    Zed had chosen a skull and snake tattoo. The skull covered most of his shoulder all the way down to mid-bicep before the snake coiled out of the open skull’s mouth and wrapped around his arm all the way down to his wrist.
    It was intimidating and clashed with his pretty-boy looks but he loved the design and still did despite his brothers’ and parents’ disapproval.
    “Sorry, I didn’t get a lot of sleep,” Zed murmured in his naturally deep yet sexy voice that had a slight gravel to it. “Nice to meet you, Vie.”
    Victoire stared at his tattoo as they shook hands. “Wow. That’s pretty cool. How long did it take you to get it done?”
    “It was done in several four hour sessions over a week.”
    “I only have a small one, it’s a peace-love-hope symbol above my bikini line. My parents are terribly old fashioned and I wouldn’t wear a bikini in front of them anyway so it’s easy to cover up,” she rambled. “Sorry, nice to meet you. I guess I’m a bit nervous. I didn’t know what to expect. Blaine didn’t tell me much.”
    “Why is that not a surprise?” Zed glared at his brother who did not return his stare.
    “I’m going to show Vie to her room and then you and me—we gotta talk,” Blaine explained in an authoritative voice.
    That was never a good sign, especially coming from him. Maybe he should have done one more line of coke after all.

     

     

     
    B laine paced the sitting room as Zed busied himself by answering a text from Xavier.
    “I can’t believe you would get high on the same day I brought Vie here. You better thank the stars she was too busy checking out your tattoo to see you were smashed outta your brains. I could fuckin’ kill you sometimes, you know that?”
    “Listen, I planned to be perfectly sober. Blame it on Brigitte. She was the one who broke out the drugs and told me it might calm me down. Though don’t be too hard on her—she was right. I didn’t feel nervous at all,” Zed explained before he used his iPhone 6 Plus to send a text back to his twin.
    Blaine snatched the phone out of his hand. “Are you listening to me at all?”
    “Of course I am. How could I miss all the insults you threw my way callously and without thought to how I might feel? According to you, I’m an embarrassment because I managed to be high when you brought my new pet home.”
    “No, not your new pet, brother.” Blaine leaned down and invaded his brother’s space, knowing how disconcerting he found it. “I’ve decided Vie has other uses than just your plaything. I’ll give you to her but it will be for a limited time and if anyone is going to break her, it’ll be me , not you.”
    Zed’s violet-blue