“You want a beer?” Joe, my oldest brother, asks as he waves smoke from his face standing in front of the barbeque. We’ve all told him a hundred times to lower the temperature on the grill so he doesn’t wind up in a smoke cloud that turns into a grill fire, but he’ll never freaking listen. “Nico doesn’t drink when he trains.” Preach walks up behind me and slaps my shoulder as he speaks. Joe’s eyebrows shoot up. “Why didn’t you tell me you finally decided to go back in the cage. It’s about time you stop feeling sorry for yourself and get back to work.” “I haven’t decided to go back in the cage.” I shoot Preach a nasty look and he smirks at me. He knows he’s just unleashed at least an hour of lectures from my brothers and he isn’t sorry a damn bit. “Oh. You still putting in six days a week?” Joe flips the burgers as he speaks and I see the flames start to shoot higher.
