Five Brothers

Macon is the oldest. Thirty-one. Ex-military. I don't think I've ever seen him smile. Army is twenty-eight. He's a single father and has the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen. He doesn't know who he is without his family. Iron has one foot in jail. You wouldn't know it if you met him. He's actually a good person… but he's too impulsive. Dallas is the one I hate. Twenty-one, cruel, and selfish. He takes what he wants and then abandons it. And Trace is mine. Or he was for a few seconds. No one can tame him for long. Not that I want to, either. The house is dark and silent; everyone is asleep. Everyone except one. He sees me crying and comes up behind me. I let him wrap his arms around me and feel him pull me close. His breath brushes against my neck, his fingers tangle in my hair… and he doesn't stop there. But I don't think it was Trace…