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“You need to come and pick his drunk ass up and take him home,” Kaif said to him.
“Ah, okay, where is he?” Jonah yawned, but I could hear him getting up and moving about.
“At home,” Kaif answered.
“Give me 20 minutes, and I will be there. Do you want me to wake Mara and we stay there, or a ml bringing him here?”
“Pick him up, us up. Let Mara sleep. Don’t want to wake her,” Kaif tells him.
“Yep, be there in twenty, walking out the door now,” Jonah said, and Kaif hung up before abruptly giving me control. The moment he did, I fell on my ass.
“Ha, I got my keys,” I chuckled, only for the keys to go flying the moment I gripped them as Kaif took control, tossing them over my shoulder.
“Nope, you don’t,” Kaif laughed, and I shook my head before using the hall stand to pull myself up and staggering to the kitchen in search of another bottle.
“What are you doing?” Kaif snarled as I grabbed another from the shelf.
“If I have to listen to your life lesson crap and whatever shit your spouting about, I would rather be drunk of my face,” I tell him.
“You already are drunk,” Kaif yelled at me as I unscrewed the cap. “Ah, don’t yell. You hurt my brain,” I tell him.
“That would imply you have one. You either don’t or don’t know how to use it from my standpoint. But fine, you want to make a fool of yourself. Go for it,” I mimicked Kaif’s words back to him before sitting on the dining table chair only to miss it and end up on the floor. Tipping whiskey on my shirt.
“Oh, what’s wrong, Kyan? OCD kicking in, that is a bad stain, an atrocious stain,” Kaif taunts.
“Shut up,” I tell him while trying to wipe it, only managing to spill more on my pants.
“Oh my gosh, what would the neighbors think if they saw you like this?” Kaif continued to taunt me.
“Good thing we don’t have neighbors then,” I tell him.
“Is that a wrinkle?” Kaif asks, and I snarl at him but can’t help but look for the wrinkle he speaks of.
There were lots of creases, my clothes were ruined.
“What’s wrong? Can’t walk to your room to get changed,” Kaif mocked.
“No, but you can,”
“Not a chance, if you’re drinking, I am going on strike,”
“You can’t go on strike. We are the same person, idiot. What will people think seeing us like this?”
“I don’t care what anyone thinks. I used to wipe my ass on gum leaves apparently and thought the world was flat. Clearly, that means I don’t think!” I growl at him.
“My oh my, you have found yourself in a pickle,” Kaif laughs.
Jonah POV
By the time I got to Kyan, I felt woozy from his drinking. I pulled up out the front expecting him to be waiting outside, only he wasn’t. I tried ringing him, but when he didn’t answer, I got out and unlocked the door with the spare key.
“Kyan?” I called out, but got no answer as I stepped into the foyer. All the lights were off when I heard garbled talking coming from the kitchen. I walked over, pushing the door open to find Kyan sprawled out on the floor, talking aloud to Kaif. I chuckled before walking over to him and standing above him.
“My shirt has creases,” he slurs. I look him over and shake my head. “Yes, it does,” I laughed before bending down and grabbing his shoulders, and pulling him to sit up.
“Kaif is being an asshole,” he slurs, and his eyes flicker to Kaifs briefly.
“Come on, let’s get you home. Why have you been ignoring my calls all day?” I ask him. He mumbles about not wanting to disturb us while I try to haul him to his feet.
“A little help, Kaif, would be great,” I groan, taking his weight. I felt Kaif’s presence as he moved to help me get him upright, and I tossed his arm across my shoulder. “You fucked my mate,” Kyan slurs.
“Our mate and I tried to ring you all damn day. Marabella has also been trying to ring you,”
“My shirt has creases; can you get me a blue one?” Kyan asks.
“Seriously, let me get you home first; I will get you tucked in bed where you should be.”
“It has creases,” Kyan mumbles, and I sigh. I placed him on the dining table chair before prying the bottle from his grip and placing it in the sink.
“I will get you a shirt, stay,” I tell him, walking out and up to his room. Partway up the stairs, I hear a thud. “Don’t think he stayed,” Jax laughed, chuckled in my head. I click my tongue before pushing his door open. Everything was spotless, like the rest of the house and this entire floor, stuck heavily in bleach. I move to his closet and find him some clothes and grab his pajama pants and a shirt for home.
Grabbing his wallet off the bedside table, I stopped, looking at the photo of him, his father, and Lucas from when he was a kid. My heart sank for him as I set it back down. He had obviously been through his photo albums because these weren’t here the other day. I find one of me, and Marabella, also in a small frame next to his bed, along with one of him and me from when I was around 16. I chuckle at it, also sitting down before flicking his light off and grabbing his clothes before wandering downstairs.
Going back to the kitchen, he had fallen off the chair, his legs in the air, and he was muttering incoherently. I set everything down and pull him back onto it, trapping his legs between mine, so he doesn’t topple off again
“I spilled my drink on it,” Kyan murmurs.
“I have seen you in worse states, it’s fine,” I tell him, unbuttoning his shirt before grabbing a new one off the hanger. It was like trying to dress a child. He was that uncoordinated, and Kaif was no help
“Better?” I ask him. “You ironed my shitt?” Kyan slurs.
“No, just got a new one,” I laughed at his rambling.
“Come on, let’s get you home to our girl,” I tell him, hauling him upright.
“Kaif tossed my keys,” Kyan growls.
“That’s a good thing, you’re drunk and probably would have killed someone, or yourself.” I tell him.
“But you came to get me,” he mumbled, leaning against me while I tried to hold him upright while carrying his spare clothes and his belongings.
“Always, you know that,” I told him, dragging him to the car. I put him in the passenger side before racing back to the house to turn all the lights off and lock the place up. Climbing back i n, he was leaning his head on the window. My hand reached over to help him clip his belt.
“Ready to go home now,” he nodded sluggishly, and I shook my head before starting the car and taking off. The first half of the drive, I listened to ramble on about how much he loved Ella and me, then he abruptly stopped talking, making me look over at him to see him heave.
“Don’t you puke in my car,” I scolded. “I’m gonna be sick,” Kyan muttered before burping. “Not in my car, you’re not,” I tell him, ripping the car off to the side of the road. He heaved again, and I jumped out, opening the passenger door and grabbing his shoulders as he nearly fell out from leaning on it, only for him to puke on my feet. I sighed, jumping back and keeping a hand on his shoulder while he emptied his stomach.
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