Anthony was shocked when the blow lands across his face and followed by the stinging sensation. Nick stood by the car watching shaking his head, witne...ssing the worst of the sibling fights to date. He decided to interfere when it became physical, not wanting Skye hurt or his buddy arrested. He heard the harshness and bitterness in skies words, as her brother held her against the side of the restaurant forearm across Skye’s throat. Skye was spitting in Anthony’s face, spewing names. Nick was. She was steady. And he loved her. A love he’d never felt before, almost didn’t recognize. Romantic love. So different than the love he felt for his father, his stepmother, his sisters. It was strange. Like he could almost feel her presence when she was near.Of course, maybe he could. Who knew what the Confederacy was doing to them?He was certain, however, she loved him right back. She would never willingly leave. She’d never discard him.He couldn’t be so sure of the rest.Brianna seemed –. " he cried out, managing to stop stroking himself to answer the phone. "H-Hello?" he croaked out, his cock still hard and needing attention. The voice that responded brought a chill down his spine. "Hi Jason, it's Mark. Remember me?" Mark asked rhetorically, Jason's anger boiling to the surface. "How the fuck did you get this number, you faggot!?" he screamed at Mark, only eliciting a laugh from him. "Faggot? I'm not the one stroking my dick, thinking about cock, trying desperately to cum," he. Monday, we were up early, worked out, and after breakfast put on our set of clean and unwrinkled business clothes to wear to our appointment with the Director of Operations. On arriving at the Agency’s compound, we were surprised by the friendly welcome that we received from the guards at the front gate and also at the entrance checkpoint of the administrative building.That all ended when we stepped off of the elevator on the floor where the Director’s office was located. Ingrid was there to.