Chapter Three
The hotel was a glamorous, upscale affair and Speedle could not help but resent his brother even more for being frivolous. Speed was currently residing at Horatio's place in his spare room, the only items to his name his Ducati and whatever Kate hadn't thrown out after the funeral. He had been a little too optimistic on his return.
His father had also provided Mathew's room number as well as the name of the hotel. His dad liked Kate and had decided it was up to the boys to fight their own battles just the way they had when they were kids.
Speedle rose his fist and banged on the door, he was half tempted to yell MDPD in order to scare the shit out of his younger brother. The door swung open.
Speed enjoyed the surprise that registered over his brothers features. They were both tall, although Mathew was more slender as opposed to Speed's toned frame. He had adopted their father's straight dark hair as opposed to Tim's unruly curls inherited from their mom. Mathew's eyes were a lighter shade of brown, his cheeks clean shaved. He was clad in an expensive Armani suit, it was in navy blue, the shirt underneath was crisp and white.
Mathew was an advertising executive, Speed was a cop, the two of them were world's apart. He wondered if that was part of the appeal for Kate.
"Come in." Mathew held open the door.
Speed took up the invitation taking in the plush settings of the room as he stepped inside. He was not liking the seductive four poster King size bed, decorated in cream linen. Nor the Fredrick's of Hollywood gift box resting in the center of the bed.
"Lingerie huh? You planning on getting lucky tonight?" Speed asked turning around to face his brother, hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket.
"We'll see where the night takes us." Mathew responded, taking a step into the center of the room and removing the gift box from the bed. "It really is non of your business."
"You screwing around with my girlfriend makes it my business." Speed retorted.
"Ex..." Mathew corrected. "She thought you were dead remember?"
Mathew undid the ribbon on the top of the box, before setting it down on the night stand and removing the lid. Speed could see the crisp white paper folded across the top. He knew how they gift wrapped their items, he'd been there countless times before. His teeth were grinding together, his hands tightening into fists as Mathew smoothed away the wrapping and delicately used his fingers to pick up the lingerie by the straps.
It was a sheer, lilac, halter neck. baby doll. Something he knew would look fucking fantastic on Kate's body. Mathew reached into the box again and let a matching G string hang from his forefinger.
"Can you imagine what she'll look like wearing just this?" Mathew smirked.
Speed didn't even realize he'd reacted until he saw the explosion of red flash across his vision. His brother was on the floor clutching his nose, and cursing. Speed's right hand was aching, he tensed it, it hurt like a bitch, which means he'd put a hell of a lot of force behind that punch. Blood was seeping into the white carpet beneath them.
That's gonna be a hell of a cleaning billing, Speed thought, getting down on his knees along side Mathew. His strong hands grasped at the younger man's suit labels. His brother was staring at him with unadulterated hatred as Speed shook him like a rag doll.
"You took advantage of her, I saw you at the house the night of the funeral Matt. I know that you fucked her, and you've been fucking her ever since. Why did you have to pick Kate? Why my widow?" Speed bellowed, watching his brothers head snap back and forth.
"You know why." Mathew growled, his voice muffled.
Speed released him, letting Mathew's body hit the floor unexpectedly.
"It's not high school anymore Mathew, this is my life your fucking with." Speed said retreating back away from his brother.
Mathew drew himself into a sitting position against the wall besides the door. He used a silk hanky to stifle the bleeding from his nose.
"You know how long I've wanted a girl like Kate?" Mathew asked, his eyes on Speed as the older man looked down on him.
"She's beautiful, she's smart, she's tenacious. Girls I know back in New York aren't like that. They don't have the staying power. They don't have the strength that Kate does. Day in, day out, she looks after that kid of yours and I've never seen her fall part once. I need that. I need someone strong to stand beside me." Mathew informed him.
Speed shook his head, his eyes wide as frustration mounted inside him.
"Find someone else, not your 'supposedly dead' brother's grieving widow. Have some respect for me! Find someone else." Speed snarled.
"That's not gonna happen Tim" Mathew laughed through his bloody nose.
"Jesus how did you let her slip through your fingers? You didn't even get the guts up to propose to her and just think as of midnight tonight the two of us are going to be celebrating our own engagement in that bed over there." Mathew sneered.
Tim felt the red haze begin to ride up inside him, his muscles were already coiling ready to spring at the other man, ready to wrap his hands around his throat and choke him to death. Instead he felt his lips curl into a perverse smile as he took step towards his Mathew.
"Do you really think she'd going to say yes?" Tim growled. "Do you really think that someone so pathetic can give her the excitement she craves? She's frightened of being alone and when she realizes that I'm back and I'm here to stay she's going to kick your punk ass to the curb because trust me Matt, you just don't do it for her."
"Is that why she begs me for it?" Matt called out, his voice nasal as Speed stepped over the patch of blood, his hand coming to rest on the door handle. "Is that why she begs me to come back and fuck her?"
Speed paused sensing the desperation in his brother's voice, a cruel smile played along his features.
"I think it's the other way around Mathew, I really don't think she does." Speed said, closing the door softly behind him.
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