Chapter 17: Hello, Little Brother

Roman He turned as I approached, his mouth already twisted into a smirk, like he’d been waiting for me. Except, I knew he wasn’t. That bastard always had that crocodile smile upon his face. His mouth curved lazily. “Well, well. Didn’t think I’d see you here. What happened, Philly get too boring? Or did someone mention sweet curves and a five-year-old with your eyes?” “Ryan.” I said his name like a curse. He raised a brow, calm and cocky as ever. “Hello, little brother.” I stepped back when he stepped forward, arms spread wide. “What? No hug for big bro? I'm hurt.” The hospital lobby around us seemed to blur, the muted shuffle of nurses and ringing phones drowned by the roar in my ears. My fists clenched at my sides. I hadn’t seen him in years—not since the funeral. And now here he was, pretending to be someone else, trying to rip a five-year-old girl from her mother in a hospital waiting room. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I barked, dragging him off to a secluded area. “I could a