Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 66: Big Brother

Chapter 66: Big Brother

- Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the Chapter: Okay By Chase Atlantic)

My fingers drummed against the handlebars of my purple motorcycle as I weaved through traffic, my mind buzzing.

My blood running so fast throughout my veins due to how content I am.

Alex King.

The unbreakable, untouchable Alex King.

I had him in the palm of my hand.

The way he just stood there, shaking, while I drove his precious car like a damn rental?

Haha.

Pathetic.

He didn’t fight back. Didn’t throw a tantrum. Didn’t even make a snide remark.

He just stood there and took it.

Like a good little puppet, he did everything I asked of him.

That’s what control feels like.

It feels good, I can control two of my biggest bullies now.

I smirked, turning into a quieter road, my thoughts replaying the moment he had fisted his hands and given me the keys.

I had broken him.

I could still see the fear in his eyes, the way he had flinched when I patted his head.

Good boy.

I nearly laughed at the memory.

It wasn’t just about payback anymore.

It was about control.

And I had it.

He was mine to toy with now just like he and Glyndon toyed with my life for years.

The thought sent a thrill through me, a wicked kind of satisfaction curling in my chest.

And the best part?

I wasn’t done yet.

I hadn’t even taken off my boots when I stepped inside. My heart was still racing from earlier, my hands still tingling from gripping Alex King’s car, and my mind was buzzing with all the new information I had about him.

But I wasn’t thinking about him now.

I was thinking about my brother. Malakai.

Because after everything that happened, everything I pieced together in the last twenty-four hours, there was only one conclusion to be made.

Malakai was hiding something. No. He was hiding someone.

And that someone was Alex King.

The moment the realization hit me, I felt a burning kind of rage curl inside my chest.

Alexander. King. My bully. The thorn in my side for years. The person who had made my life hell in every way possible.

And Malakai—my brother—was with him.

I stormed through the house, ignoring the quiet atmosphere, the expensive furniture, and the suffocating silence that usually meant Malakai was alone.

Good.

I needed to talk to him. Now.

When I reached the living room, I found him right there. Sitting on the couch, one leg stretched out lazily, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked relaxed, at peace, completely unaware that his entire fucking world was about to turn upside down.

He glanced up at me when he heard me approach, his expression unreadable. "You look smug."

I tilted my head, my fingers twitching. "Had a good day. A very good day. The best. All thanks to you, big brother."

His lips curled slightly in amusement as he took a slow sip of his drink, while furrowing his brows in confusion. "Should I be concerned?"

Yes.

But I didn’t say that.

Instead, I gave him a tight smile, sitting down across from him. "I think I should be the one concerned about you."

His eyebrow lifted slightly. "Me? Why should you be concerned about me?"

I leaned forward, resting my arms on my knees. "Funny thing, Kai," I murmured. "I was out last night. Climbing down a certain balcony. And I saw something... very interesting."

His entire body stilled, his hand that was holding his drink stopped midway.

I watched, closely. The way his fingers tightened around the glass. The way his throat bobbed as he swallowed. The way his once-relaxed shoulders tensed. "What do you mean?"

I smirked.

Bingo.

"I saw you," I continued, my voice smooth, sharpened. "With Alex King. Being pretty gay."

The room shifted.

Like the air had been sucked out. Like the walls had closed in.

Malakai exhaled slowly, setting his drink down. "Kat—"

"How long?" I cut him off, my voice dangerously calm.

He looked at me, something flickering in his gaze. "Kathrine, it’s not—"

"How. Long?"

He swallowed, his jaw tightening before he finally muttered, "Eight months."

My breath left me in a short, sharp exhale.

Eight. Months.

Eight months of sneaking around. Eight months of lying.

Eight months of betrayal.

I shot to my feet, hands clenching into fists. "Eight months. And in all that time, you never thought to tell me?"

His expression hardened. "It’s complicated. I knew you and him hated each other, so I though maybe you would not be too happy to find out. Also, he isn’t... Out."

I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "No, it’s fucking simple, Malakai. You’ve been fucking around with my bully behind my back and he is so much of a coward to come out."

His lips pressed into a tight line.

I glared at him. "Do you have any idea what he’s done to me?" I spat, my voice rising. "Do you even care?"

His gaze darkened. "Of course, I care, Kathrine."

"Do you?" I let out a hollow laugh. "Because it sure as hell doesn’t seem like it."

Silence.

I took a step closer, my pulse pounding. "You knew. You knew what he did to me. And yet, you still—" I scoffed, shaking my head. "What, Malakai? What is it? You like him? Or is he just some dirty little secret you’re keeping for fun?"

His jaw locked.

My stomach twisted.

"Oh my God," I whispered, realization crashing into me like a freight train. "You love him."

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t deny it.

And that—that was enough.

I let out a humorless chuckle, stepping back. "You love Alex King. The guy who calls me a dyke. The guy who makes my life miserable for being gau. The guy who—" I clenched my fists, my voice cracking. "Jesus Christ, Malakai. Do you even hear yourself?"

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "It’s not that simple."

"Sure it is," I snapped. "He’s a coward. A coward who hides behind his reputation, his money, his minions—because he’s too scared to be who he is."

Malakai flinched.

But he didn’t disagree.

I took another step forward, voice lowering. "And you let him."

His head jerked up. "It’s not—"

"You let him use you," I cut him off. "You let him take and take and take while giving you nothing. Because guess what, Malakai? He’s never going to choose you."

His nostrils flared. "You don’t know that."

"Oh, but I do," I smirked, tilting my head. "Because you’re the one keeping this a secret. Not me. Not him. You."

He opened his mouth. Then closed it.

And I knew, in that moment, that I was right.

I sucked in a slow breath, pushing down the burning ache in my chest. "You’re willing to hide for him? For what? The chance that maybe, someday, he’ll stop being afraid?"

Malakai looked away.

He didn’t answer.

And that told me everything.

I stepped back, shaking my head. "You’re pathetic," I muttered, voice cold.

He flinched.

Good.

I grabbed my helmet off the counter, my hands trembling slightly. "And you know what’s worse?" I looked at him one last time. "I thought you were my favorite brother."

Then, without another word, I turned and walked out the door.

And this time, I didn’t look back.

I was still fuming as I stormed out of the house, my fingers curling tightly around my helmet.

Eight months. Eight months my brother had been sneaking around with Alex King. My bully. My biggest tormentor. The guy who had spent years making sure I knew exactly how much he hated me.

And Malakai—my brother—was in love with him?

I yanked open the front door and stepped out, barely hearing Malakai call my name behind me.

"Kathrine, wait—"

I didn’t wait.

I slammed the door shut behind me, stalked over to my motorcycle, and swung a leg over it, shoving my helmet on. My blood was still boiling, my mind spinning with every word Malakai had said.

"I love him, Kathrine."

I twisted the throttle so hard that the tires screeched against the pavement as I sped off.

I didn’t even think about where I was going. My hands moved on their own, steering me toward the one place where I knew I wouldn’t have to deal with any of this right now.

Glyndon’s house.

By the time I pulled up in front of it, my chest was still tight, my anger still simmering just beneath my skin.

I killed the engine and climbed off my bike, my movements automatic as I made my way around the side of the house. I knew this route like the back of my hand and knew exactly how to sneak in without anyone noticing.

Glyndon’s bedroom balcony was cracked open just enough, the way it usually was when she was home. I smirked a little to myself—too easy.

Grabbing the ledge, I pulled myself up, my boots landing softly on the floor as I slid inside. The sound of water running met my ears, steam drifting from the bathroom door.

She was in the shower.

Perfect.

I toed off my boots and climbed onto her bed, sinking into the familiar softness of her pillows. My body ached from how tense I’d been all night, and now that I was here, now that I was away from Malakai, away from everything, the exhaustion was finally catching up to me.

I pulled the blankets over myself, breathing in her scent, my eyelids already growing heavy.

I’d deal with everything else tomorrow.