That narrowed it down for me.
My thought immediately went to Luke Beckett, a senior member of the Elites. He took the same classes as Noah in the Business Studies department. He liked dressing in formal shirts and slacks even when he was attending everyday classes.
Beckett was the only one who matched the young mechanic’s description perfectly. For a moment, I went silent, thinking of the reason why Luke Beckett would want to hurt my brother. Until now, he’d never been on our radar and we’d barely even interacted with him.
“If I find out you’re lying, I’m coming back to keep my promise,” I warned the young man who was writhing on the floor. “Take care of your nuts until then.” My lips curved into a cold, arrogant smirk.
He crawled several feet away from me.
Turning away, I dropped the crowbar and walked out of the workshop. It was time we looked into Luke Beckett and find out the reason he’d lashed out on Corey.
5
Corey
I flicked through the channels on the TV in my ward but nothing caught my interest. Boredom gnawed at me. On top of that, I kept suffering from splitting headaches and dizziness every few hours.
Noah stayed with me until early this morning, so I didn’t expect him to come back before noon. Caleb was MIA since last night. I knew he could take care of himself but I wished he’d at least reply to my texts.
Heh, I sound like a clingy girlfriend, I thought with a wry grin.
Just as I was about to give up hope on finding something good to watch, the door to my ward opened.
“Where the fuck have you been?” I snarled, throwing my pillow at Caleb as soon as he appeared at the threshold.
He easily ducked the pillow and strode in. My gaze raked him from head to foot. Other than slightly bruised knuckles, he seemed fine.
Relief spread through me at once. We messed around a lot but being away from Caleb left me feeling anxious. I was glad he didn’t get in trouble when I was stuck in this stupid hospital ward.
“You’re in good spirits,” Caleb drawled as he bent down to pick up the pillow.
“My head hurts,” I moaned, letting my brother see the pathetic state I was in. “Hold me.” Extending my arms, I made big puppy eyes at him.
Walking close to the bed, he hit me in the face with the pillow. “Quit it, you big baby.”
I pretended to look hurt.
An uncertain look came over Caleb at once. I enjoyed the flash of guilt appearing on my twin’s face.
“Here,” he said, dropping a big warm parcel on my lap. “Got you your favorite from Sylvia’s.”
My annoyance at being left alone disappeared as soon as I opened the brown paper bag to reveal boxes from my favorite fried chicken shop. A grin came over my lips despite the headache pounding against my forehead.
Even though the hospital gave me breakfast, I was hungry for some real food. Digging into the paper tub, I pulled out a drumstick and tore into it.
Caleb watched me with a cheesy smile. It was a look exclusively reserved for me and Noah. No one else got him to look that way at them, not even the girls who sucked his cock dry.
“Been so bored on my own,” I muttered, pulling off the entire chunk of meat from the drumstick. “They don’t even have Hulu or Netflix here.”
“Spoiled brat,” he mocked. “Scoot!” He forced me to shift to the side as he settled himself on my bed without taking his boots off. Placing his backpack on his lap, he unzipped the bag and took out an iPad.
“Yes!” I cheered, grabbing the tablet with greasy fingers.
He snatched it away from me. “Just eat. I’ll find something for us to watch.”
I grinned and picked up another drumstick.
Soon, we were settled on the bed, watching our favorite show and eating through the burgers and fried chicken. With Caleb by my side, it was easy to ignore the stupid headaches.